Sometimes hope could be the most frightening thing in the world.

Maybe Rachel was right all along. Maybe the past is past, history is history, and you just push it aside and look for the future.

Anger and hatred, when left unfed, bleed away like air from a punctured tire, over time and days and years. Forgiveness is stealth.

You don't swing at any pitch. You swing at the ones you can hit.

What was the opposite of linkage blindness? What described being certain of something without any kind of evidence?...The term was faith.

This is why I forgive, but I don't forget. When you forget someone, the forgiveness doesn't mean anything anymore.

Unreal. I'm feeling nostalgic for something that happened less than twenty-four hours ago. This has got to be a record.