Do the thing you're good at. Not many people are lucky enough to be so good at something.

People believed in an afterlife because they couldn't bear not to.

The truth hurts because it's real. It hurts because it mattered. And that's an important thing to acknowledge to yourself.

I believe in hope, in what is something called ”radical hope.” I believe there is hope for all of us, even amid the suffering. And that’s why I write fiction, probaby. It’s my attempt to keep that fragile strand of radical hope, to buld a fire in the darkness.r

She would stay on the road and in hiding, a balloon floating through the sky, eating up hundreds of miles a day with a help of the perpetual tailwind.

In our hyper-secular world, worship is still inevitable. But it is vital to remember that our gods don't choose us, we choose them.

I am concussed," I announced, entirely sure of my self-diagnosis.