If you haven't been in a war and are wondering how long it takes to get used to losing everything you think you need or love, I can tell you the answer is no time at all.

Fate isn't some middle-aged man with a squint who won't recognize you if you change your clothes.

I frightened myself. I became the ghost Piper was so scared of.

I give thanks for all that has passed, for all that is passing, and for all that is yet to come.

If there was ever a more perfect day in the history of time it isn't one I've heard about.

Fate is trying to kill me. I miss my dog. What's a doctor going to say? You're not ill, you're mad as a muffin? They'll either lock me up or tell me to get a grip and no one will believe the truth anyway.

Somewhere along the line I'd lost the will not to eat.