Oh. Listen, this is really hard for me . . . " "What is?" "You know. Being liked." I started to cry. I couldn't help it.

When you don't talk, there's a lot of stuff that ends up not getting said.

I ultimately decided to hold my tongue and settle instead for the comfort of ignorance. Not knowing the truth, I retained hope, and that hope I held like a smooth warm stone against my heart.

That which is priceless has no cost.

And that's where our conversation went from there, than God, both of us laughing our butts off at the thought of a hoops game between two teams on intravenous fluids. Which makes absolutely no sense at all; I know that. But that's why it cheered me up, because it was so absolutely stupid. It cheered me up more than I'd ever thought I'd be cheered up again.

And have your mother put my head on a stake? Do you have any notion what that would do to my handsome good looks?

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.