Given My Own Circumstances, I Find That

Mother Could Go For One Year Without Food, But Not One Day Without Her Lip Sticks.

Our House Is Like An Empty Cigarette Packet, Lying Around Reminding You What's Not In It.

Hallie And I... Were All There Was. The Image In The Mirror That Proves You Are Still Here. We Had Exactly One Sister Apiece. We Grew Up Knowing The Simple Arithmetic Of Scarcity: A Sister Is More Precious Than An Eye.

Literature Is One Of The Few Kinds Of Writing In The World That Does Not Tell You What To Buy, Want, See, Be, Or Believe. It's More Like Conversation, Raising New Questions And Inspiring You To Answer Them For Yourself.

Sadness Is More Or Less Like A Head Cold - With Patience, It Passes. Depression Is Like Cancer.