The past feels distant, even when it's near. The future feels assured, even when it isn't.

Light, the visible reminder of Invisible Light.

But I had to kill you, because the only other possible ending was us doing it, which I wasn't really emotionally ready to write about at ten.' 'Fair enough,' I say. 'But in the revision, I want to get some action.

I was surprised. I'd always associated belief in heaven with, frankly, a kind of intellectual disengagement. But Gus wasn't dumb.

I'm really not up for answering any questions that start with how, when, where, why or what.

The Side Effects of Dying in Your Pants isn't really funny… Alright, it's a little funny.

So we gave up. I'd finally had enough of chasing after a ghost who did not want to be seen. We'd failed, maybe, but some mysteries aren't meant to be solved.