Sorry to be so cynical, but this is New York

You are happy even if you are afraid to admit it.

It scares me how hard it is to remember life before you. I can't even make the comparisons anymore, because my memories of that time have all the depth of a photograph. It seems foolish to play games of better and worse. It's simply a matter of is and is no longer.

He has no idea how beautiful the ordinary becomes once it disappears.

I find faith in human perseverance, even as the universe throws challenge after challenge our way.

The clock always ticks. There are times you don't hear it, and there are times that you do.

Jesus died for our sins," Noah says solemnly. "What?!?" I reply, choking back my thoughts. "I was just seeing if you were listening.