That feeling of finishedness does not come all at once, and it is not easily won, but I think once you get there it is hard to go back.

Love is keeping the promise anyway.

Most loves don't last. But some do.

Different authors write different ways, have different relationships with their audiences, and those are all legitimate.

Whatever. Great day. Today. Best day of my life.

In the first century CE, Roman authorities punished St. Apollonia by crushing her teeth one by one with pliers. Colin often thought about this in relationship to the monotony of dumping: we have thirty-two teeth. After a while, having each tooth individually destroyed probably gets repetitive, even dull. But it never stops hurting.

This is the fear that made fish crawl out onto dry land and evolve lungs, the fear that teaches us to run, the fear that makes us bury our dead.