He prefers not to ruin things with any more questions. What it is is what it is.
Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.
The bittersweetness of uncertainty: To win or to lose.
Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.
I'm not one of these 'the characters write themselves; the story just fell out of me' kind of writers. Wish it was like that.
It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on, coughing and searching, and finding.