Oh, but my treasure, it is so much less exhausting. You only have to forgive once. To resent, you have to do it all day, every day. You have to keep remembering all the bad things.

When he wakes sometimes from dark dreams of broken cradles, and compasses without bearings, he pushes the unease down, lets the daylight contradict it. And isolation lulls him with the music of the lie.

There are times when the ocean is not the ocean - not blue, not even water, but some violent explosion of energy and danger: fierceness on a scale only gods can summon.

Every end is the beginning of something else.

We live with the decisions we makeThat’s what bravery is. Standing by the consequences of your mistakes.

You only have to forgive once. To resent, you have to do it all day, every day.

Once a child gets into your heart, there’s no right or wrong about it.