But at one point, Craig was talking about something, and Sam turned to me and smiled. It was a movie smile in slow motion, and then everything was okay.

on that piece of white paper, sam wrote, "write about me sometime." and i typed something back to her, standing right there in her bedroom. i just typed. "i will.

You should tell her how nice her outfit is because her outfit is her choice whereas her face isn't.

We accept the love we think we deserve.

You know . . . a lot of kids at school hate their parents. Some of them got hit. And some of them got caught in the middle of wrong lives. Some of them were trophies for their parents to show the neighbors like ribbons or gold stars. And some of them just wanted to drink in peace.

So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them.

Sometimes people use thought to not participate in life.