“Things that break - be they bones, hearts, or promises - can be put back together but will never really be whole.”

“Things break all the time. Glass and dishes and fingernails. Cars and contracts and potato chips. You can break a record, a horse, a dollar. You can break the ice. There are coffee breaks and lunch breaks and prison breaks. Day breaks, waves break, voices break. Chains can be broken. So can silence, and fever... promises break. Hearts break.”

“Once you had put the pieces back together, even though you may look intact, you were never quite the same as you'd been before the fall.”

“I don't know the first thing about holding together a family, especially one that resembles an heirloom vase, shattered but glued back together for its beauty, and no one mentions that you can see the cracks as plain as day. ”

“Lately, I have been having nightmares, where I'm cut into so many pieces that there isn't enough of me to be put back together.”

“Things break all the time.Day breaks, waves break, voices break.Promises break.Hearts break.”

“Somewhere along the line, organized religion stopped being about faith, and started being about who had the power to keep the faith. You said that the purpose of religion was to bring people together. But does it, really? Or does it-knowingly, purposefully, and intentionally--break them apart?”