And so that is the question I leave you with in this final: What is your cause for hope?

I didn't want to look at them, so I looked away, and to look away was to look at Augustus.

Stupid truth, always resisting simplicity

Her library filled her bookshelves and then overflowed into waist-high stacks of books everywhere, piled haphazardly against the walls. If just one of them moved... the domino effect could engulf the three of us in an asphyxiating mass of literature.

We didn't talk much. But we didn't need to.

I’m on a roller coaster that only goes up, my friend.

What matters to you defines your mattering.