Can’t you even tell me if I’m on the right track?" Buckminster purred, and Dad shrugged his shoulders again. "But if you don’t tell me anything, how can I ever be right?" He circled something in an article and said, "Another way of looking at it would be, how could you ever be wrong?

We could imagine all sorts of universes unlike this one, but this is the one that happened.

Love me, because love doesn't exist, and I have tried everything that does.

A few weeks after the worst day, I started writing lots of letters. I don't know why, but it was one of the only things that made my boots lighter.

We talked about nothing in particular, but it felt like we were talking about the most important things.

It has shown me that everything is illuminated in the light of the past. It is always along the side of us...on the inside, looking out.

I felt it very moving to feel his touch, and to remember that hands can also show love.