...if you catalogue grudges, anything looks bad.
It is not how much you love someone, but who you are when you are with him.
When you have children, you're obligated to live.
He was wondering if there was some cryptic, cultish mark on his door that told all the crazy people he'd have trouble saying no.
Try Jesus, you won't regret it, a billboard read.
I hated childhood, and spent it sitting behind a book waiting for adulthood to arrive.