It's not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you. That's the problem. Bolivar was talking about the pain, not about the living or dying. How do you get out of the labyrinth of suffering?

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

Amsterdam is like the rings of a tree: It gets older as you get closer to the center.

I know so many last words. But I will never know hers.

Our role as humans is to recognize the complexity of others.

I'm not from Indianapolis, but I like living in Indianapolis. If I were to explain it, I'd tell someone to imagine a city that perfectly captures the best and the worst of America. Imagine the truly American city, because that's what it is.

I love you present tense.