I could not believe in a God that would challenge faith like this.

I wanted to tell her everything, maybe if I'd been able to, we could have lived differently, maybe I'd be there with you now instead of here. Maybe... if I'd said, 'I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything,' maybe that would have made the impossible possible. Maybe, but I couldn't do it, I had buried too much too deeply inside me. And here I am, instead of there.

People don’t care enough. They don’t get worked up enough. They don’t get angry enough. They don’t get passionate enough. I’d rather somebody hate what I do than be indifferent to it.

Grandfather kicked the stop pedal, and my face gave a high-five to the front window.

With writing, we have second chances.

The only thing more painful than being an active forgetter is to be an inert rememberer.

I wish my days could be washed away like the chalk lines of my days.