"Please stop," I said. "You're upsetting the black Santas."
No reason to be angry. Anger just distracts from the all-encompassing sadness.
Love is always a miracle, everywhere,every time. But for us, it's a little different. I don't want to say it's more miraculous,...It is though.
But if you consider all the unlikely things together, at least one of them will probably happen to each of us.
Nothing was happening, really, but the moment was thick with mattering
Beware of that monster called 'self-loathing'.