Any good Irwin can make going to the corner store for a candy bar and a Coke lood death defying and suicidal.

That’s where the dreams end: with the realization that it doesn’t matter where I am, whether I think I’m a woman or a fish or something in-between. I’ve never really left the pond. I still can’t breathe.

Every life has a watershed moment, an instant when you realize you're about to make a choice that will define everything else you ever do, and that if you choose wrong, there may not be that many things left to choose. Sometimes the wrong choice is the only one that lets you face the end with dignity, grace, and the awareness that you're doing the right thing. I'm not sure we can recognize those moments until they've passed us.

Librarianship is a form of heroism. It’s just not as flashy as swords and dragons.

No one wants to set out to be a hero, and discover that they've been a villain all along.

Sorry...I got distracted listening to you and hot glued myself to my unicorn

...If there’s a God, there are plenty of people who know where he is.” I shrugged, still watching the sky. ... “I just want to know that he’s there, so that I can die knowing there’s going to be someone I can punch in the mouth on the other end.