As a prosecutor, you've got the burden of proof. As a defense lawyer, all you have to do is introduce a tiny doubt.
As a child, what I was missing was so much bigger to me than what I had. My mother-mythic, imaginary-was a deity and a superhero and a comfort all at once. If only I'd had her, surely, she would have...
As I watched her, I understood why a mother would starve herself to feed a baby; how there was always time and room for a child to curl close to her side; how she could be soft enough to serve as a pi...
Any highway . . . they all take you to the same place, don't they?
Anna is the only proof I have that I was born into this family. Instead of dropped off on the doorstep by some Bonnie and Clyde couple that ran off into the night. On the surface, we’re polar opposite...
Anna anna bo banna, banana fanna fo fanna, me my mo manna...Anna.Chuck! Do Chuck!
And if your parents have you for a reason, then that reason better exist. Because once it's gone, so are you.
And he made love to her, offering his body in both tenderness and anger, unsure which was the best way to pass her bits of his soul so that she could patch her own with it
And I think, not for the first time, that what is immoral is not always wrong.
After all, the only way to communicate is to find someone who can comprehend; the only way to be forgiven is to find someone who is willing to forgive.
After all, once you know that part of something exists, it stands to reason that the rest of it is somewhere out there, too.
After a certain point, a heart with so many stress fractures can never be anything but broken.
Adults, light-years away from this, rolled their eyes and smirked and said, this too shall pass - as if adolescence was a disease like chicken pox, something everyone recalled as a mild nuisance, comp...
A wish is just words. Belief is the catalyst. It's what sets that wish into motion.
A saguaro can fall for a snowman but where would they set up house?
A robber? In the trash bins? Honestly, Wes. This is Salem Falls, not the set of Law and Order.
A lifetime of hurt in one act of vengeance.
A lie took two parties - the weaver of the tale and the sucker who so badly wanted to believe it.
What's morally right is considered wrong...and what's morally wrong, you can get away with.
She had asked. And Caleb's answer: