But, like peace, comfort didn't come from hiding away or running away. Comfort first demanded courage.

Better to accept the wretched truth than struggle, twisting to make a wish a reality.

Every year the hunters shot cows and horses and family pets and each other. And unbelievably, they sometimes shot themselves, perhaps in a psychotic episode where they mistook themselves for dinner

But, like peace, comfort didn't come from hiding away or running away. Comfort first demanded courage.

How much more courage it took to be kind than to be cruel.

The night is a strawberry.

I'm just like this. I have no talent for choosing my battles. Life seems, strangely, like a battle to me. The whole thing.