...the ultimate dwindling resource in the human arrangement isn’t cheap oil or potable water or even common sense, but mercy.
He hadn't loved me well in the end, but he'd loved me well when it mattered.
In your twenties you're becoming who you're going to be and so you might as well not be an asshole.
I was trying to find a new home in the world.
Acceptance is a small quiet room.
There is a path toward the light. The one that goes blink, blink, blink inside your chest when you know what you're doing is right. Listen to it. Trust it. Let it make you stronger than you are.