I tore open the closet door and began feverishly sorting through the shirts piled on the floor in the vain hope that inside that pile there might be some wondrously perfect shirt down there, a nice and tough but I'm also a surprisingly good listener with a true and abiding passion for cheers and those who lead them.

How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!" to a margin note written in her loop-heavy cursive: Straight & Fast.

The feeling of loving her and being loved by her welled up in him, and he could taste the adrenaline in the back of his throat, and maybe it wasn't over, and maybe he could feel her hand in his again and hear her loud, brash voice contort itself into a whisper to say I-love-you as if it were a secret, and an immense one.

We had to forgive to survive the labyrinth

You can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, but you can’t pick your friend’s nose.

Come over here so I can examine your face with my hands and see deeper into your soul than a sighted person ever could.

Caring doesn't sometimes lead to misery. It always does.