I have a great sensitivity to kids. I have a great sensitivity to the people that fall between the cracks.

Change, when it comes, cracks everything open.

No matter how hard she tried to maintain her calm and collected persona, she knew it was all a ruse. All she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and hide. Hide from...

Cracks especially. You have to be careful of the cracks.. Sometimes they are disguised as something else. A doorway, or a smile or even a winking eye. And if you fall through them, you never...

I’m on the edge, Neblin, I’m off the edge – I’m over the edge and falling into hell on the other side.”Calm down, John,’ he said. ‘We can work through this. Just tell me where...

When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window...

How easy it was to slip through the cracks alongside him. To fall in the very same trap I had committed to free him from.

I’m interested in people’s darker side, the ones that aren’t easy and well balanced. The cracks.

Blessed are those with cracks in their broken heart because that is how the light gets in.