Daddy always said that an option that you know to have a bad outcome is only a fool's option, i.e., not an option at all. And I liked to think that Daddy hadn't raised a fool.

Love stories are written in millimeters and milliseconds with a fast, dull pencil whose marks you can barely see, they are written in miles and eons with a chisel on the side of a mountiantop

No one actually needs another person or another person's love to survive. Love is when we have irrationally convinced ourselves that we do.

Should have. Would have. Could have. Didn't.

We aren't the things we collect, acquire, read. We are, for as long as we are here, only love. The things we loved. The people we loved. And these, I think these really do live on.

Daddy once said, "If you don't know what you believe, Annie, you'll be a lost soul.

But then again maybe "I will" is nicer. It has a future in it.