“It makes no sense. Please, help me. I need it to make sense.”

“It's likethe silencethat follows the beautiful song.Or the darknessthat follows the glitter in the air.He knewwhat to doto make it better.As I walk toward the door,I take a deep breath.I knowwhat to doto make it better.As heembraced me,I willtry to embracethis daythat follows the day before.”

“If anything,he sparkeda fireinside of me,making me want to live again.”

“Oftentimeswhen I read a book,I want to savoreach word,each phrase,each page,loving the proseso much,I don't want itto end.Other timesthe story pulls me in,and I can hardlyread fast enough,the details flying by,some of them lostbecause all that mattersis making surethe characteris all rightwhen it's over.”

“Running doesn't just make me happy. Running keeps me alive. When I'm running-the blood pumping through my veins, the tunes playing in my ears, the muscles tightening on the inclines- the problems of the world disappear. It's just me, the sidewalk, and God.”

“Absence makes the heart grow desperate.”

“Many times when I read a book, I want to savor each word, each phrase, each page, loving the prose so much, I don’t want it to end. Other times the story pulls me in, and I can hardly read fast enough, the details flying by, some of them lost because all that matters is making sure the character is all right when it’s over.”