It took me a long time to learn that mistakes aren't good or bad, they're just mistakes, and you clean them up and go on.

The fact that he had foamed at the mouth immediately upon dying, indicated that he had a great back jam of wishes and desires and truths that were never spoken...out bubbled all the words he had swallowed when he was alive.

Mothers smell blood before the wound is given. We see the rent place on the child's arm before the arrow strikes.

I could wake her up and ask have you ever been to the ocean? but I already know that answer. She has not. You can tell. It would humble you I whisper to her sleeping if you for one time stood by something stronger than yourself.

When I was little I would think of ways to kill my daddy.

You see if you tell yourself the same tale over and over again enough times then the tellings become separate stories and you will generally fool yourself into forgetting you started with one solitary season out of your life.

Have you ever felt like you could cry because you know you just heard the most important thing anybody in the world could have spoke at that second?