Some People Believe That I

When Her Body First Hit The Net, All I Registered Was A Gray Blur. I Pulled Her Across It And Her Hand Was Small, But Warm, And Then She Stood Before Me, Short And Thin And Plain And In All Ways Unremarkable- Except That She Had Jumped First. The Stiff Had Jumped First. Even I Didn't Jump First. Her Eyes Were So Stern, So Insistent. Beautiful.

I Don't Believe It Is More Important To Move Forward Than To Know The Truth.

I Want People To Come Away From My Book With Questions. Questions About Virtue And Goodness. Not Answers.

In The Days That Follow, It's Movement, Not Stillness, That Helps To Keep The Grief At Bay.

People, I Have Discovered, Are Layers And Layers Of Secrets. You Believe You Know Them, That You Understand Them, But Their Motives Are Always Hidden From You, Buried In Their Own Hearts. You Will Never Know Them, But Sometimes You Decide To Trust Them.