I think I have sort of gravitated toward issues that I don't know the answers to, because that's what's more interesting for me to write.

I don't want to make the same mistake twice. I don't want to tell myself it's over when it's not.

A place like this wears down everything, and tolerance is no exception. In here, coexistence passes for forgiveness. You do not learn to like something you abhor; you come to live with it...You live and let live, and eventually that becomes enough.

Your problem is that you have been too honest for too long. Once you start doing it, lying is simpler than breathing.

When the door opens, I realize that the only thing worse than waiting is the moment you realize a decision has been made.

The Lord turned water into wine. All I'm suggesting is a trip to the grocery store.

What is right, in the end, is not always what it seems to be, and some rules are better broken.