That,” She Says, “was Never Here Before.

What Makes You Walk Past Thirty-thousand People Without A Second Glance, And Then You Look At The Thirty-thousandth-and-first Person And Know You'll Never Take Your Eyes Off Her Again?

Asking Me To Describe My Son Is Like Asking Me To Hold The Ocean In A Paper Cup

Sometimes, When You Don't Ask Questions, It's Not Because You Are Afraid That Someone Will Lie To Your Face. It's Because You're Afraid They'll Tell You The Truth.

As It Turned Out, Though, It Was A Lot Easier To Say That Someone Deserved To Die For What They Did Than It Was To Take The Responsibility To Make That Happen.

You Don't Love Someone Because They're Perfect, You Love Them In Spite Of The Fact That They're Not.