I was thanking him for...well, for something I'm not sure I can explain even now. For showing me that something besides cruelty could be found in the world, I suppose.

He was like a song I'd heard once in fragments but had been singing in my mind ever since.

Those of us with water in our personalities don't pick where we'll flow to. All we can do is flow where the landscape of our lives carries us

If a few minutes of suffering could make me so angry, what would years of it do? Even a stone can be worn down with enough rain.

You seemed so desperate, like you might drown if someone didn't save you.

The corridor couldn't have smelled more strongly of fish guts if we had actually been inside a fish.

Anyone can have a good day. The question is what do you do on a bad day. That's when you're being tested. In a very tangible sense, a bad day shows your innermost essence more than a good day.