Mud and water and the stumps of trees. In every direction that was all there was. Bodies fell, but the trees died standing up.

Every heart is a package tangled up in knots someone else tied.

The real desk isn't one with four legs and a filing cabinet. It's the space of time that you stake out every day and the will with which you defend it.

Fear only has as much power as we give it space.

Around mile 20 I was feeling so good, I wanted to kiss everyone.

Its been a long time coming but now the snow is gone

I'm looking over rooftops, and I'm hoping it ain't true, that the same God looks out for them, looks out for me and you.