In a world full of polished and perfected final drafts, she was the raw and honest scribbled story.

...do you actually think that how long a person grieves is a measure of how much they loved someone?

Happiness is not something you get but something you do.

You have to have something that is forever, something that is invisible.

My tombstone? I'm thinking something along the lines of, 'Geez, he was just here a minute ago.'

Pop flies, in a sense, are just a diversion for a second baseman. Grounders are his stock trade.

It's that tingle in my stomach, that lump in my throat and that smile on my face that tell me I am part of an incredible team.

Ma petite is not a subtle woman. Unless you say it, she will not understand it.

Little girls and boys, barefooted, walked up and down between the endless rows of spindles, reaching thin little hands into the machinery to repair snapped threads

Real dudes move in silence...like a mute drivin a new hybrid.

Would it help if I stood around uselessly not knowing what to say?