Nobody's favorite movie is some dark, dysfunctional slasher story. Everybody's favorite song is a sentimental song. So why all of a sudden is it bad to be sentimental in books?

I traded lots of dreams for a bigger paycheck, and I never even realized I was doing it.

The dead sit at our tables long after they have gone.

Detroit is a place where we've had it pretty tough. But there is a generosity here and a well of kindness that goes deep.

It is no coincidence that the words 'trying' and 'dying' are only a few letters apart.

my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways" from the book of Isaiah

He never spoke of that night again, not to your mother, not to anyone else. He was ashamed for her, for Mickey, for himself. In the hospital, he stopped speaking altogether. Silence was his escape, but silence is rarely a refuge. His thoughts still haunted him.' ~pg 139