And if I didn’t, I’d spend the rest of my life wondering who I could have turned into if only I’d had the guts to try.

Today exists between yesterday and tomorrow.

And I have to tell you, as tough as farming is, the idea of farming when you’re losing money year after year... that’s not life even, that’s like death. That’s eternal damnation.

I milked, of course, and did some work around the barn, and tried not to think about Brian, which was like trying not to breathe.

What is a staircase, but a corridor improved by elevation?

Everyone I looked at, their whole lives, did exactly what they were supposed to do without even questioning it, without even wondering if they could do something different.

But it turns out that even if I don’t talk a lot, when it’s something that matters I still have a lot to say.