Here's my question: What age are you when you're in Heaven?
I can give or take elephants; I never can find the cheetah-but the zebras captivate me. They'd be one of the few things that would fit if we were lucky enough to live in a world that's black or white.
Campbell" Julia says "Don't do this to me" "Do what?" "Push me off the same cliff twice
Until this moment, I had not realized that someone could break your heart twice, along the very same fault lines.
Clearly God was in some kind of mood on my birthday.
Dylan Jerome," the lawyer admits, "wanted to sue God for not caring enough about him.
You would wind up as a cat, I told her. They don't need anyone else. I need you, she replied. Well, I said. Maybe I'll come back as catnip.
We take the elevator to the third floor, to the office of Dr. Harrison Chance. His name alone has put me off. Why not Dr. Victor?
There is a curious thing that happens with the passage of time: a calcification of character... Change isn't always for the worst; the shell that forms around a piece of sand looks to some people like an irritation, and to others, like a pearl.
Change isn't always for the worst; the shell that forms around a piece of sand looks to some people like an irritation., and to others, like a pearl.
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.
In the English language there are orphans and widows, but there is no word for the parents who lose a child.
I used to think I'd be just like them when I grew up, but I am not. And the thing is, somewhere along the way, I stopped wanting to be like them, anyway.
i don't know. i don't care. all i know is when you pay for something that's supposed to give you a cup of coffee, you deserve to get your fucking cup of coffee.
I learn from my own daughter that you don’t have to be awake to cry.
You can make it dark, but I can't make it light.
There are just as many stories to be told in the dark spots s there are in the bright ones.
From that point of view, I realized that my hole was not miles deep after all. My father, in fact, could stand on the bottom and it only reached up to his chest. Darkness, you know, is relative.
