Are the details of our lives who we are, or is it owning those details that makes the difference?.

I think that maybe forgiveness is like change - it comes in small steps. (256).

Pieces. Isn't that what all of life is anyway? Shards. Bits. Moments. Am I less because I have fewer, or do the few I have mean more?.

Sometimes there's not a better way. Sometimes there's only the hard way..

Maybe staying on the surface keeps her from returning to a place where she can't breathe..

Father says it will come in time. “Time heals,” he says. I don’t tell him that I don’t know what time is..

I wonder at the weight of a Sparrow..

I don't want five hundred billion neural chips. I want guts..

When you are perfect, is there anywhere else to go?.

The dictionary says my identity should be all about being separate or distinct, and yet it feels like it is so wrapped up in others..

Some things aren't meant to be known. Only believed..

It's the unknown that I fear, the bites of memories that still have no connections..

I thought grandmothers had to like you. It’s a law or something..

There are many words and definitions I have never lost. But some I am only just beginning to truly understand..

Faith and science, I have learned, are two sides of the same coin, separated by an expanse so small, but wide enough that one side can't see the othe….

My memory is coming back. It is curious how it comes. Each day, a rush of pieces, loosely connected, unimportant bits, snake through me. They click, ….

The world before us is a postcard, and I imagine the story we are writing on it..

One small changed family doesn't calculate into a world that has been spinning for a billion years. But one small change makes the world spin differe….

How can you be sure?" "I'm a doctor, Jenna. And a scientist." "Does that make you an authority on everything? What about a soul, Father? When you wer….

You've always been two people. The Jenna who wants to please and the Jenna who secretly resents in. They won't break, you know. Your parents never th….

I decide that sometimes definitions are wrong. Even if they're written in a dictionary. Identities aren't always separate and distinct. Sometimes the….