What you can't run away from, you have to face

Death did not play favorites—He loved all equally. What you cannot escape, you must fight; what you cannot fight, you must endure . The god's voice—not quite words, just a thread of meaning laid in my receptive mind—

Someday, Dante, I will discover how your mind works

He stared at his hot chocolate like it held the secret to the universe.

I looked like a ghost. And I should know. I’ve seen a few.

I should start charging uncomfortable thoughts rent. Except what would they pay me in? Probably something even worse.

Sometimes, as much as writing saves one’s own life, you cannot imagine how it will save another’s. This is another reason why it is important to do the work, over and over again. It is food, the kind a soul needs.