And there's nothing wrong with being a lizard either. Unless you were born to be a hawk.

And there's nothing wrong with being a lizard either. Unless you were born to be a hawk.

Maybe love was superstition, a prayer we said to keep the truth of loneliness at bay. I tilted my head back. The stars looked like they were close together, when really they were millions of miles apart. In the end, maybe love just meant longing for something impossibly bright and forever out of reach.

Anything worth doing always starts as a bad idea.

I'm perfectly capable of being stupid on my own.

Don't argue. Never deign to deny. Meet insults with laughter.

The ox feels the yoke, but does the bird feel the weight of its wings?