You're in the right place at the right time, and you care enough to do what needs to be done. Sometimes that's enough.

You told me love was fickle and fleeting.

Only the ship is made of books, its sails thousands of overlapping pages, and the sea it floats upon is dark black ink.

I'm an emotional sort of person in general and I have a vivid imagination, so I feel the whole spectrum of emotion strongly when I write.

Secrets have power, and that power diminishes when they are shared, so they are best kept and kept well. Sharing secrets, real secrets, important ones, with even one other person, will change them.

Grow up, Bailey." "That is precisely what I'm doing," Bailey says. "I don't care if you don't understand that. Staying here won't make me happy. It will make you happy because you're insipid and boring, and an insipid, boring life is enough for you. It's not enough for me. It will never be enough for me. So I'm leaving. Do me a favor and marry someone who will take decent care of the sheep.

The rain increases and umbrellas sprout like mushrooms amongst the graves.