The Lord doesn't give a person more than he knows they can bear.

He felt it too, the air between us, the invisible lines that something or someone had drawn to connect us. That's the way I remember it.

Forgetting isn't enough. You can paddle away from the memories and think they are gone. But they will keep floating back, again and again and agian. They circle you, like sharks. Until, unless, something, someone? Can do more than just cover the wound.

I know I shouldn't say this—I know it as surely as I know the earth is round and beats are evil—and yet here it comes: “It's not too late to change your mind.

It's just so out of control. Life, I mean. The way it flies off in all these different directions without your permission.

No one measures a life in weeks and days. You measure life in years and by the things that happen to you.

I lived too much in my head instead of the real world.