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

I love road trips. You get into this Zen rhythm; throw sense of time out the window.

Her faith in a loving and forgiving God is strong, but she worships laughter.

I learned another thing, which is that just because someone is eating the ashes of your protagonist doesn't mean you stop telling the story.

Things shouldn't hinge on so very little. Sneeze and you're highway carnage. Remove one tiny stone and you're an avalanche statistic. But I guess if you can die without ever understanding how it happened then you can also live without a complete understanding of how. And in a way that's kind of relaxing.

If you have to end up in the hospital, try to focus all your pain in your heart rather than your head.

It's raining questions around here. A person could drown in them.