Caring doesn't sometimes lead to misery. It always does.

Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia.

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

My stomach sank. JP had come so close. His immigrant parents had sacrificed so much.

I don't really care how people read. I care if people read.

I’ve always sort of preferred people who are not entirely likable.

I’m not up for laughing, but their laughter makes the room feel safer, so we begin to explore.