For better or for worse, music is the language of memory. It is also the language of love.

if you tell yourself you feel fine, you will.

When someone dies, it feels like the hole in your gum when a tooth falls out. You can chew, you can eat, youhave plenty of other teeth, but your tongue keeps going back to that...

Goldfish get big enough only for the bowl you put them in. Bonsai trees twist in miniature. I would have given anything to keep her little. They outgrow us so much faster than we outgrow...

I cannot admit this out loud. In the first place, we are expected to be supermoms these days, instead of admitting that we have flaws. It is tempting to believe that all mothers wake up...

You can miss a person you’ve never known.

It’s crazy, right? To love someone who’s hurt you? It’s crazier to think that someone who hurts you loves you.

and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. You couldn’t live for very long without...

If she spoke, she would tell him the truth: she was not okay at all, but horribly empty, now that she knew what it was like to be filled.

Words got in the way. The things we felt the hardest–like what it was like to have a boy touch you as if you were made of light, or what it meant to be the...

Hope is what makes you look outside the window to see if it’s stopped raining. Hope is what makes you believe he’ll text you back. Hope is why you buy your jeans a little tight…...

When you have been with your partner for so many years, they become the glove compartment map that you’ve worn dog-eared and white-creased, the trail you recogonize so well you could draw it by heart...

so familiar that you slide back to the place where you fit.

My brother believed in all sorts of mythical creatures: pixies, dragons, werewolves, honest men.

In half hour my mother has managed to give me what my father couldn’t: my past.

You know how I get angry sometimes? That’s because it’s the only way I can still feel. And I need to test myself, to make sure I’m really here.

It still hurts,” she whispered. “Even when you’re doing it for someone else, that doesn’t stop your ribs from getting cracked, or your wrist swelling, or your cuts from bleeding.

If you want to know someone’s story, they have to tell it aloud. But every time, the telling is a little but different. It’s new, even to me.

I …understand how a parent might hit a child- it’s because you can look into their eyes and see a reflection of yourself that you wish you hadn’t.

You have to understand what you’re missing before you can really feel a loss.

Neither of us, it turns out, has been the only one who lost someone she loved.

You are only as invincible as your smallest weakness, and those are tiny indeed – the length of a sleeping baby’s eyelash, the span of a child’s hand. Life turns on a dime, and –...

I think libraries are an important part of the community. If it wasn’t for librarians recommending our books to people coming into the library unsure of what to read, where would authors be? I really...

What if love wasn’t the act of finding what you were missing but the give-and-take that made you both match?

What looks like garbage from one angle might be art from another. Maybe it did take a crisis to get to know yourself; maybe you needed to get whacked hard by life before you understood...

No, honestly, my mouth shouldn’t be able to function unless my brain’s engaged.

I wonder how much the general population of this country know that the legal system has far more to do with playing a good hand of poker than it does with justice.

There are kinds of pain that you can’t speak out loud.

I wondered how long it took for a baby to become yours, for familiarity to set in. Maybe as long as it took a new car to lose that scent, or a brand-new house to...

To be fair, I am not the same man. The one who listened. The one who believed her.

What he did was wrong. He doesn’t deserve your love. But he does deserve your forgiveness, because otherwise he will grow like a weed in your heart until it’s choked and overrun. The only person...

I would have given anything to keep her little. They outgrow us so much faster than we outgrow them.Brian Fitzgerald, talking about his children.

I can’t do this to you,’ he said, drawing back. Emily put her hand on his and pulled the gun to her temple. ‘Then do it for me,’ she said.

true love is felonious… You take someone’s breath away… You rob them of the ability to utter a single word… You steal a heart.

The wine- it made her limbs loose and liquid, made her feel that a hummingbird had taken the place of her heart.

Reason number 106 why dogs are smarter than humans: once you leave the litter, you sever contact with your mothers.

The only thing they’ll let you shoot with a camera.

Vengeance was a funny thing: You wanted the satisfaction of knowing it had occurred, but you never wanted to actually hear the words out loud, because then you’d have to admit to yourself that you’d...

Do you ever go back?”Ruthann nods, “When I need to remember where I came from, or where I’m headed.

What we all want, really, is to be loved. That craving drives our worst behavior.

You know, the mind is a remarkable thing. Just because you can’t see the wound doesn’t mean it isn’t hurting. It scars all the time, but it heals.

The scariest thing in the world is thinking someone you love is going to die.

The person may have a scar, but it also means they have a story

If you live in each other’s pockets long enough, you’re related.

Oh, darling, that’s what love is. It’s some power greater than you and me, that draws us to one special person.

What I think is that there is no perspective in grief, or in love. How can there be, when one person becomes the center of the universe – either because he has been lost or...

I just completed The Tenth Circle. It is an excellent mystery story surrounding a family with modern day issues.

When you’re different, sometimes you don’t see the millions of people who accept you for what you are. All you notice is the person who doesn’t.

There was no black or white. Someone who had been good her entire life could, in fact, do something evil. People were just as capable of committing murder, under the right circumstances, as any monster.

It was the first time she’d discovered something she really didn’t want to find, and she didn’t know what to do once she’d found it.