Each story, good and bad, short or long-from that trip to the mall when you saw Santa, to a long, bad illness-they are all a line or a paragraph in our own life manuscript. Two thirds of the way through, even, and it all won't necessarily make sense, but at the end there'll be a beautiful whole, where every sentence of every chapter fits.

They say religion is about love, but you wonder how much of it really is about fear.

Look right at it. Know you can." Dad said. "Look right at that fear. Fear is the biggest bullshitter.

It’s a simple truth that a secret is something you’re ashamed of.

We should not give away a moment to anyone who does not deserve it.

I'd always thought telling the truth to other people was hard, but maybe that was a snap compared to telling the truth to yourself. Sometimes we just refused to know what we knew.

A drop of poison on that gathering snow. That moment in the fairy tale when we know what just happened but the princess doesn’t.