Life is a big fat gigantic stinking mess, that's the beauty of it, too.
You?' is all I can manage to choke out. 'Always me,' she replies softly, bashfully. 'Who else?
Doubt is part of searching. Same as faith.
I'm not sure this is a world I belong in anymore. I'm not sure that I want to wake up.
If these walls could talk, I wonder what secrets they'd tell.
It's nice, this. The canal." He looks at me. "You." "I'll bet you say that to all the canals.