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.

Heroes didn’t leap tall buildings or stop bullets with an outstretched hand; they didn’t wear boots and capes. They bled, and they bruised, and their superpowers were as simple as listening, or loving. Heroes were...

Being a mother gives you a singular sort of vision, a prism through which you can see your child with many different faces all at once. It is the reason you can watch him shatter...

When we sat down on the couch again, you curled up against my side, like you used to when you were a toddler. What I wanted to say to you, but didn’t, was this: Don’t...

I’m really proud of (

The damage was permanent; there would always be scars. But even the angriest scars faded over time until it was difficult to see them written on the skin at all, and the only thing that...

This is love, I think. A place where people who have been alone may lock together like hawks and spin in the air, dizzy with surprise at the connection. A place you go willingly, and...

When you showed someone how you felt, it was fresh and honest. When you told someone how you felt, there might be nothing behind the words but habit or expectation.

Objection!” Metz shouts.Grounds?” the judge asks.Well…he’s my witness!

When you love someone – when you create a child with him – you don’t just suddenly lose that bond. Like any other energy, it can’t be destroyed, just channeled into something else.

If you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.

Eric understands that the world is rarelythe way it is supposed to be. And he knows that, given the chance, we don’t have to wait for someone to make messes of our lives. We do...

Everyone has a story; everyone hides his past as a means of self-preservation. Some just do it better, and more thoroughly, than others.

You can’t hate someone until you know what it might be like to love them.

There’s a problem with wounded birds, Cassie,” Connor said. “Either they fly away from you one day, or else they never get better. They stay hurt no matter what you do.

There are just as many stories to be told in the dark spots s there are in the bright ones.

…when they look at me, I so badly want to be who they see.

Stupid English.””English isn’t stupid,” I say.”Well, my English teacher is.” He makes a face. “Mr. Franklin assigned an essay about our favorite subject, and I wanted to write about lunch, but he won’t let me.””Why...

When I first met Cara, she was twelve and angry at the world. Her parents had split up, her brother was gone, and her mom was infatuated with some guy who was missing vowels in...