Because it protects you. And when I jumped from the Humvee, I believed it would save me, too, in the same way you believe it will always save you.” “No, I don’t,” Thibault began. “Then why, my friend, do you still carry it with you?

There are moments when mental overload can render words impossible.

That’s the thing about life, he knew. There was always a but.

How about we talk about your love life instead?" "Why? Are you in the mood to be depressed?

What mattered most was knowing that love was mine to give, without strings or expectations.

When I told you that I’d pray for you, what did you think I was talking about?

Outside the hospital, I squinted in the harsh morning sunlight. I could hear birds chirping in the tree, but even though I searched for them, they remained hidden from me.