The hard rain nailed the night to the city.

In this uncertain space between birth and death, especially here at the end of the world in Moonlight Bay, we need hope as surely as we need food and water, love and friendship. The trick, however, is to remember that hope is a perilous thing, that it's not a steel and concrete bridge across the void between this moment and a brighter future. Hope is no stronger than tremulous beads of dew strung on a filament of spider web, and it alone can't long support the terrible weight of an anguished mind and a tortured heart.

We wasn't born to be all the time scared, we was born happy.

Grief is a healthy emotion, and it's healthy to embrace it. By accepting loss, we clarify our values and the meaning of our lives.

Home was not a perfect place. But it was the only home they had and they could hope to make it better.

Behind every closed door might wait a thief of minds and a collector of souls.

I think it's perfectly just to refuse service to anyone based on behavior, but not based on race or religion.