That's the scary thing about hope," she said. "If you let it go too long it turns into faith.

Action based on hope just felt better than the paralysis of certainty.

Life is loneliness, broken only by the gods taunting us with friendship and the odd bonk

It was an eight-harlot inn, if that's how you measure an inn. (I understand that now they measure inns in stars. We are in a four-star inn right now. I don't know what the conversion from harlots to stars is.)

The pursuit of material gain is ultimately empty when measured against eternity.

So Now You're Death: Here's What You'll Need

It was watching Madeline Alby eat cheese with every ounce of her being, like it was the first and best time, that made him realize that he had never really tasted cheese, or crackers, or life. And he didn't want his daughter to live that way. He'd moved her into her own room the night before...He hadn't slept well, and had gotten up five times during the night to check on her, only to find her sleeping peacefully, but he could lose a little sleep if Sophie could go through life without his fears and limitations. He wanted her to experience all the glorious cheese of life.