The easiest way to solve a mystery is to decide that there is no mystery to solve.

I think maybe I know why,' she finally said. 'Why?' 'Maybe all the strings inside him broke,' she said.

It is saying these things that keeps us from falling apart. And maybe by imagining these futures we can make them real, and maybe not, but either way we must imagine them. The light rushes out and floods in.

In the dark beside me, she smelled of sweat and sunshine and vanilla.

I pulled the oxygen tubes from my nostrils and raised the tube up over my head, handing it to Dad. I wanted it to be just me and just him.

Like many people, I feel like celebrating. Remember this feeling. It is human, and can help us understand when others express bloodlust.

I don't even know how ugly and pretty get decided.