Is it wrong to trust in a beautiful lie if it helps you get through life?

It’s hard to grieve in a town where everything that happens is God’s will. It’s hard to know what to do with your emptiness when you’re not supposed to have emptiness.

I wondered if it was possible to donate my body to science before I was actually dead. I wondered if a disease were to be named after me what the symptoms would be.

But love, like a mushroom high compared with the buzz from cheap weed, outlasts grief.

A few weeks ago my uncle came over to borrow my dad's socket set and when he asked my dad how he was my dad said oh unexceptional. Living quietly with my disappointments. And how are you

If, along the way, something is gained, then something will also be lost.

Perhaps depression is caused by asking oneself too many unanswerable questions.