Once, I had to drive Oliver to soccer, was ten minutes late, and learned that there had apparently been a misprint in the Bible on the Ten Commandments thing: Thou shalt not murder, thou shalt not commit adultery, thou shalt not be late to soccer. My father was so pissed, I practically had to get the lightning bolt surgically removed from my back.

A relationship could be a place to hide too.

You can hold a secret, hold it so far in that it drives nearly every thought and every move you make- your very heartbeat, almost.

We don't want you convicted for condiment theft. You go to that prison, you'll meet big-time operators. Maple syrup stealers.

A person who says "it's your decision" is informing you that your decision sucks.

Maybe some people just had trouble with forever.

...we are all a volume on the shelf of the... library, a story unto ourselves, never possibly described with one word or even very accurately with thousands.