But monotony doesn't make for painlessness.

You shall love your neighbour With your crooked heart, It says so much about love and brokenness -- it's perfect.

He let his mind wander. It went to a predictable place, and he missed her

So dawn goes down today... Nothing gold can stay. -- Robert Frost

She spoke quietly then, the tiniest crack in her voice, and all at once Lacey Pemerton was not Lacey Pemberton. She was just—like, a person.

At the end, we brought her to New York, where I was living, for a series of experimental tortures that increased the misery of her days without increasing the number of them.

Nerdighters make me believe in America again.