“Who knew that dog saliva can mend a broken heart?”

“She plays music to heal herself, but nothing can heal her brokenness.”

“Someone has broken your heart. I knew there was something about you. That's it, isn't it?'A little," Sara said, suddenly self-conscious.I'm sorry.'It happens." She shrugged, straining for nonchalance.Maybe,' he said. 'But if it's your destiny, what can you do but accept it.”

“Only God can mend a broken heart.”

“The shell must be broken before the bird can fly.”

“And I don't know who you're calling little."I knew one way to solve this argument. I carefully tore the whole article out of the front page, then rolled up the newspaper and slid the rubber band back on. "Doofus," I whispered. Poor Doofus, behind us in the mud room, stood up in a rush of jingling dog tags and slobber. I slipped the paper into his mouth and whispered, "Take this to Dad."Doofus wagged his tail and trotted into the kitchen. We heard Dad say, "Did you bring me the paper? Good dog. Wait a minute. Bad dog!”

“They say you never know who's the real hero and who's the real coward until you're looking death in the face. I've always been afraid of plenty of things, but fear isn't what makes you a coward. It's how depraved your heart becomes when fear gets pumped through it.”