But it was smell that carried memory.

How many times could you give up on someone you loved?

You get older and you learn there is one sentence just four worlds long and if you can say it to yourself it offers more comfort than almost any other. It goes like this… Ready ” “Ready.” “At least I tried.

Something about giving in without a fight felt wrong.

His distress and pleasure mixed and married, giving birth to several anxious children.

You forget your victories, but you remember the losses.

There are going to be moments of deep, deep doubts, and you have to have faith that your initial idea was good and just muddle through.