He thought about the story his daughter was living and the role she was playing inside that story. He realized he hadn't provided a better role for his daughter. He hadn't mapped out a story for his family. And so his daughter had chosen another story, a story in which she was wanted, even if she was only being used. In the absence of a family story, she'd chosen a story in which there was risk and adventure, rebellion and independence.

He said to me I was a tree in a story about a forest, and that it was arrogant of me to believe any differently. And he told me the story of the forest is better than the story of the tree.

We don't think of our flaws as the glue that binds us to the people we love, but they are. Grace only sticks to your imperfections.

Fear is a manipulative emotion that can trick us into living a boring life.

Dying for something is easy because it is associated with glory. Living for something is the hard thing. Living for something extends beyond fashion, glory, or recognition. We live for what we believe.

All the trees are losing their leaves, and not one of them is worried.

A story is a character who wants something and overcomes conflict to get it.