The thing about love is that we come alive in bodies not our own.
I gave them all the truth and none of the honesty.
We have to listen to other people's stories. That's the thing. And that's the only way that we eventually get to know ourselves.
Even if you're going to die, you might as well die pretty.
You can count the dead, but you can't count the cost. We've got no math for Heaven.
What was a life anyway? An accumulation of small shelves of incident.