I thought: Just one step. One step at a time. You don’t have to do them all at once.

I looked at my reflection in the rearview mirror. Some lipstick would go with this truck, I thought.

The thing I realize is, that it's not what you take, it's what you leave.

It's my experience that people are a lot more sympathetic if they can see you hurting, and for the millionth time in my life I wish for measles or smallpox or some other easily understood disease just to make it easier on me and also on them.

No more winter at all. Finch, you brought me spring.

I learned that there is good in this world, if you look hard enough for it. I learned that not everyone is disappointing, including me, and that a 1,257 bump in the ground can feel higher than a bell tower if you're standing next to the right person.

Hope you're keeping the dust out of your eyes and your feet off the ground.