The storm dropped a house on her head.
Because no retreat from the world can mask what is in your face.
There were people everywhere but no one was mine, and I was no one's.
The wickedness of men is that their power breeds stupidity and blindness.
...perhaps charity is the kind of beauty that we comprehend the best because we miss it the most.
Before catechisms can instill a proper humility, small children know the truth that their own existence has caused the world to bloom into being.