Painful memories didn't just ease back in-they shoved the door open hard, all of them and all at once

You can't have an up without a down, a right without a left, a back without a front - or a happy without a sad.

Let me back up a little and tell you why I prefer writing to real life: You can rewrite. A novel, for example, can be cleaned up, altered, trimmed, improved. Life, on the other hand, is one big messy rough draft.

So basically your plan is to flail about helplessly.

"So basically, that entire theory is blown to hell."Not basically," Win corrected. "Entirely."

Tragedy is a hell of a teacher. It's much too strict, but it's a hell of a teacher.

In the end, we know what makes us happy. We also know what makes us unhappy. That's the irony. We know and yet we still mess it up. That's part of the human condition, no, and why we need to work on it.