Sometimes really, really bad things happen to people, and there is no explanation and no reason whatsoever.

Even if you do make tons of new friends,” I told him, “try not to forget where you came from, okay?

I was woundering what he would say, what word could sum me up right then, when i saw the lights come across his face, blaringly yellow, and suddenly he was brighter, and brighter, and i asked him what was happening, what was wrong. I remember only that light, so strong it spilled across my shoulders, and lit up his face, and how scared he looked as something big and loud hit my door, sending glass shattering across me, little sparks catching the light like diamonds, as they fell, with me, into the dark.

But I'd long ago learned not to be picky in farewells. They weren't guaranteed or promised. You were lucky, more than blessed, if you got a good-bye at all.

Because it is so hard, in any life, to believe in what you can’t fully understand.

I've found in my own life that if my writing isn't going well, not much else will. It is the one constant, the key to everything else.

There were so many levels to the unknown, from safe to dangerous to outright nebulous, scariest of all.