I'm a good person but a shitty writer. You're a shitty person but a good writer. We'd make a good team.

In the darkest days, the Lord puts the best people into your life." (p. 28)

The joy you bring us is so much greater than the sadness we feel about your illness.

Reading a good book helps us to feel un-alone.

What do you mean by meant? Given the final futility of our struggle, is the fleeting jolt of meaning that art gives us valuable? Or is it the only value passing time as comfortably as possible?

Not to ask the obvious question, but why Alaska?

I feel like my life is so scattered right now. Like it's all the small pieces of paper and someone's turned on the fan. But, talking to you makes me feel like the fan's been turned off for a little bit. Like things could actually make sense. You completely unscatter me, and I appreciate that so much.