Even if we have grown so far apart that we don't recognize each other when we pass, we have this life, this block of time, and what do you think about that?
[Jules] slides into a seat beside me with her hot lunch tray, sighing. Four hours, thirty-six minutes, and twelve seconds till we’re out of purgatory for the weekend.Maybe later, I murmur, still distr...
Is it really worth dying for the person you love?[Maureen] thinks about this for a moment. That’s not the real question, Oliver. What you be asking is, Can you live without her?
If words had flavors, hers would be bitter almonds and coffee grounds.
People do belong to each other. Once you make a sacrifice for someone, you own part of his or her soul.
It was a catch-22: If you didn’t put the trauma behind you, you couldn’t move on. But if you did put the trauma behind you, you willingly gave up your claim to the person you were before it happened.
I can give or take elephants; I never can find the cheetah-but the zebras captivate me. They'd be one of the few things that would fit if we were lucky enough to live in a world that's black or white.
Doctors put a wall up between themselves and their patients; nurses broke it down.
You know, he told me once, completely exasperated, you've got one glass of water inside your head, with all the tears for a lifetime. If you waste them over nothing, then you won't be able to cry for...
Two thousand years ago the night sky looked completely different, and so when you get right down to it, the Greek conceptions of star signs as related to birth dates are grossly inaccurate for today's...
There are skeletons in everyone's closet, things no one ever wants the world to discover.
Suddenly this is all too hard. I am tired of putting up walls. I want someone with the strength - and the honesty - to break them down.
Scars are just a treasure map for pain you've buried too deep to remember.
Justice will not be served until those who are unaffected are as outraged as those who are. —BENJAMIN FRANKLIN
It's not politically correct to say that you love one child more than you love your others. I love of my kids, period, and they're all your favorites in different ways. But ask any parent who's been...
But I used to think, Josef says quietly, that there are some weeds that are just as beautiful as flowers.(pg 134)
The first question she was asked was What do you do? as if that were enough to define you. Nobody ever asked you who you really were, because that changed. You might be a judge or a mother or a dreame...
It's never the differences between people that surprise us. It's the things that, against all odds, we have in common.
Being a parent wasn't just about bearing a child. It was about bearing witness to its life.
You don't make a friend, Jacob said with a scowl. It's not like they come with directions like you'd find on a box of macaroni and cheese.