And once again I think about how people use the devil as an alias for the things they fear. The cause and effect is backward. The devil doesn't make anyone do anything. People just do things and blame the devil after.

I don’t want you to think I got through this undamaged, okay? But I’m learning to live with it. Because otherwise, the damage is all you are.

Love is so painful, how could you ever wish it on anybody? And love is so essential, how could you ever stand in its way?

This isn't even something I've feared, because I never knew it was a possibility.

The secret to living long is to have something to live for.

Maybe there's a way to keep us in this moment. Not the sad part. But the coming together part.

I had made it somewhere special, and I'd gotten there all on my own. Nobody had given it to me. Nobody had told me to do it. I'd climbed and climbed and climbed, and this was my reward. To watch over the world, and to be alone with myself. That, I found, was what I needed.