The whole problem with people is they don't know what matters and what doesn't.

Knowing can be a curse on a person's life. I'd traded in a pack of lies for a pack of truth, and I didn't know which one was heavier.

It's always been my hope that I would write a story that would inspire and would connect with people in a way that would touch hearts.

It is the peculiar nature of the world to go on spinning no matter what sort of heartbreak is happening.

Place a beehive on my grave And let the honey soak through. When I'm dead and gone, That's what I want from you. The streets of heaven are gold and sunny, But I'll stick with my plot and a pot of honey. Place a beehive on my grave And let the honey soak through.

It's something everybody wants-for someone to see the hurt done to them and set it down like it matters.

There's release in knowing the truth no matter how anguishing it is. You come finally to the irreducible thing, and there's nothing left to do but pick it up and hold it. Then, at last, you can enter the severe mercy of acceptance.