If, before going to bed every night, you will tear a page from the calendar, and remark, there goes another day of my life, never to return, you will become time conscious.

I cry even harder, thinking of how it could have been, of how I thought it would be. For the first time, I want to give up, to die, because suddenly everything is too much and there is no solution in sight.

In all her attempts to be brave and stay strong, she'd never realized it took more courage to change than to stay the same.

The weapon of suicide bombing is so desperate that you aren't even left with the possibility of taking revenge or punishing anyone; the terrorist is killed along with his victims, his blood mixing with theirs.

I wiggled and squirmed in my seat as if I had ants in my pants, but in reality it was merely impatience.

To be ignorant of one's ignorance is the malady of the ignorant.