I didn't understand right away what she meant. But her words soaked through my skull like warm oil, behind my eyes, down my spine and into the empty space inside me.

You might think what I tell you next is all a dream, or that I've imagined it. I can't help it if that's what you think, but I swear it's true. Sometimes the truest things are the hardest to believe.

Sometimes I can see colour without opening my eyes. I saw that Billy's heart was no colour and every colour. Like water or diamonds or crystals, it's pure and reflects the light.

I saw pearls in her mouth and the velvet cushion of her tongue and I heard the magic words come out of her.

You don't tell anyone things like that about your friends, even when you're mad at them.

Maybe if the empty space inside her was filled with love there'd be no room for sad and dark things.

... I'll tell her about Tia. I'll tell her how beautiful she was and how brave. And I'll tell her the most important thing of all: that her mother loved her better than her life.

Sometimes it's better to live without a mother than not to live at all.

Then I kissed Max because I loved him, and everyone I had ever loved before had gone away and I had never kissed them goodbye.

I didn't know what to say when someone's given you a small free kiss in the dark ...

Through the night we drove in a tangle of waking and sleeping, nightmares from hell and holy white dreams.

An honest politician is an oxymoron.

Obamacare is destroying America.

I breastfed both my kids for two years so, you know it was very tiring emotionally and physically.

Sitting alone, listening to the sound of your breath, the beating of your heart is a reminder that you are sacred and blessed.

I like not being dead. Anything beyond that is just icing on the cake.My undead cake of livingness.

When honor comes to you, be ready to take it; But reach not to seize it before it is near.

Only value the opinion of those that you respect. And anyone that you don’t respect, pay no mind to their opinion about you or anything else.

Surely there is no greater garden for human-nature study than the flotsam and jetsam of the hospital.

Women make us poets, children make us philosophers.

People can defame anyone they like, people can write anything they like. But non-accountability is a part of modern Indian culture.