One benefit of Summer was that each day we had more light to read by.

I lived in a world that at any moment could erupt into fire. It was the sort of knowledge that kept you on your toes.

Whoever coined the phrase 'a man's got to play the hand that was dealt him' was most certainly one piss-poor bluffer.

Nobody's perfect. We're all just one step up from the beasts and one step down from the angels.

Living there [Horse Mesa] was like living in a natural cathedral. Waking up every morning, you walked outside and looked down at the blue lake, then up at the sandstone cliffs--those awe-inspiring layers of red and yellow rock shaped over the millennia, with dozens of black-streaked crevices that temporarily became waterfalls after rainstorms.

Confidence doesn't come from thinking you're perfect or flawless. That's arrogance. Confidence comes from appreciating the beauty of your texture.

That was the thing to remember about all monsters, They love to frighten people, but the minute you stare them down, they turn tail and run.