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There Are Some Nights When You Just Want To Know There's Someone Else Besides You In This Wide World.

Envy, After All, Comes From Wanting Something That Isn't Yours. But Grief Comes From Losing Something You've Already Had.

It Was Possible That A Miracle Was Not Something That Happened To You, But Rather Something That Didn’t.

The Cost Of Growth Is Always A Small Act Of Violence.

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 Gather Dust. Maybe That Was The Process More Commonly Described As Bonding: The Act Of Learning Your Child As Well As You Know Yourself.