Statistically speaking, there's a better chance that some part of me will go on to greatness somewhere in the world. I'd rather be partly great than entirely useless.

Hope can be bruised and battered. It can be forced underground and even rendered unconscious, but hope cannot be killed.

My grandmother used to say that twisting paths always cross again," he told her. "And whose paths are more twisted than ours?

And he thinks that if his soul had a form, this is what it would be. A baby sleeping in his arms.

I don't want to be empty on the inside.

The woman wears a floral print blouse with lots of leaves and pink flowers. Risa would like to attack her with a weed whacker.

The sad truth about humanity...is that people believe what they're told. Maybe not the first time, but by the hundredth time, the craziest of ideas just becomes a given.