I've learned to keep my mind open to ideas from any source.

Some things were beyond understanding.

His voice, even now, follows me everywhere on this longest of rides, this thing called life.

Loving someone and having them love you back is the most precious thing in the world.

People in pain don’t always see things as clearly as they should.

And here it will end, one way or the other," she whispered again

Three weeks ago, he’d seen hail fall from the sky, only to be followed minutes later by a spectacular rainbow that seemed to frame the azalea bushes. The colors, so vivid they seemed almost alive, made him think that nature sometimes sends us signs, that it’s important to remember that joy can always follow despair. But a moment later, the rainbow had vanished and the hail returned, and he realized that joy was sometimes only an illusion.