The bond between a mother and a child weighed nothing on a scale; it took up no room in a test tube. But most of us would have a hard time saying it didn’t exist.
That's a little unrealistic, don't you think?So was the Final Solution, but it got pretty far, Leo points out.
Sometimes Chris wished he could sneak a peek at the back of the book, so to speak, and see how it was all going to turn out, so that he wouldn't have to bother going through the motions.
Some people, they get down in a hole so deep they can't figure out what to hold on to.
So you see, this is why I never told my story. If you lived through it, you already know there are no words that will ever come close to describing it. And if you didn't, you will never understand.
She had given me my first crayons and coloring book, and had held me when I messed up, assuring me that the lines were for people with no imagination
Seems indecisive, doesn't it? Either be a period or be a comma, but make up your mind.
Nobody wants to admit to this, but bad things will keep on happening. Maybe that's beause it's all a chain, and a long time ago someone did the first bad thing, and that led someone else to do another...
No matter how educated you are, no matter how irrational it seems, you will follow a glimmer of hope. The National Socialist German Workers Party, it was that ray of light. Nothing else was working to...
Never ask your child a open-ended question, such as Do you want to go to bed now? You won't want to hear the answer, believe me. Do you want me to carry you upstairs, or do you want to walk upstairs t...
My whole life, this is how I've defined the paranormal: can't understand it, can't explain it, can't deny it.
My grandmother told me that her father used to ask her a riddle: What must you break apart in order to bring a family close together?Bread, of course.
My chest feels full of glitter and helium, the way it used to when I was little and riding my father's shoulders at twilight, when I knew that if I held up my hands and spread my fingers like a net, I...
Mistakes are like the memories you hide in an attic: old love letters from relationships that tanked, photos of dead relatives, toys from a childhood you miss. Out of sight is out of mind, but somewhe...
Maybe there are entire worlds where there are no fences, where feelings bears you like a tide.
Maybe if you spend your life pretending you're on a movie set, you don't ever have to admit that the walls are made out of paper and the food is plastic and the words in your mouth aren't really yours...
Listen, she said. I may not bewhat you want right now, but I’m all you’ve got.
Like Connor, Alex protected me -and he was the only person I let close enough to do it. Like Connor, Alex could finish my sentences before I did. But unlike Connor, for whom I had ultimately come too...
Life was all about being in a certain place, at a certain time.
Lately, I have been having nightmares, where I'm cut into so many pieces that there isn't enough of me to be put back together.