Her hands quieted. "Yeah. Because even if the law says that no one is responsible for anyone else, helping someone who needs it is the right thing to do." I sat down beside her, close enough that the skin of her arm hummed right next to mine. "You really believe that?" She looked down at her lap "Yeah." Then how," I asked, "can you walk away from me?

It turns out that sharing the past with someone is different from reliving it when you’re alone. It feels less like a wound, more like a poultice.

A man should live his life a certain way not because of some divine authority, but because of a personal moral obligation to himself and others.

People have to experience things that terrify them. If they don't, how will they ever come to appreciate safety?

We all know that a sky with clouds in it is much more interesting than one that doesn’t have any.

And I think, not for the first time, that what is immoral is not always wrong.

You know what the difference is between a dream and a goal?... A plan.