But what we are given is taken as well, so that we know God's glory comes to us from His will alone.

Every time I finish a book, I forget everything I learned writing it - the information just disappears out of my head

Our rest is formed by our waking life and our waking life is formed by our sorrows.

Are people drawn to each other because of the stories they carry inside?

My theory is that everyone at one time or another has been at the fringe of society in some way: an outcast in high school, a stranger in a foreign country, the best at something, the worst at something, the one who's different. Being an outsider is the one thing we all have in common.

He believed in dreams, in endings that people told you could never happen, in disappointments reversed and luck that lasted.

Here is the riddle of love: Everything it gives to you, it takes away.