The challenge is to resist circumstances. Any idiot can be happy in a happy place, but moral courage is required to be happy in a hellhole.

It is only through disruptions and confusion that we grow, jarred out of ourselves by the collision of someone else's private world with our own.

Food doesn't exist, but can only be invented. And reinvented.

Memory blurs, that's the point. If memory didn't blur you wouldn't have the fool's courage to do things again, again, again, that tear you apart.

These are the moments for which we live.

Stories come to us as wraiths requiring precise embodiments.

See, people come into your life for a reason. They might not know it themselves, why. You might not know it. But there's a reason. There has to be