Maybe A Mother Wasn't What She Seemed

History Could Hover, Like A Faint Perfume Or A Memory Stamped On The Back Of One's Eyelids.

I Learn From My Own Daughter That You Don’t Have To Be Awake To Cry.

I Think Many Of My Books, Including "handle With Care," Including "my Sister's Keeper" Circle Back To How Far Are We Willing To Go For The People We Love? I Think Love Changes The Way We Think. It's The Thing That Takes You Out Of What Your Normal Set Of Beliefs Would Be.

When You Care More If Someone Else Lives Than You Do About Yourself- Is That What [love Is]?

When Someone Loves You Up One Side And Down The Other Like That, You Make Every Effort To Stick Around.