The world was full of locked doors, and he had to get his hand on every key.

Nobodys life ever goes according to plan. So why do we keep on planning? Because that's how we know who we are. By what we intend to be. By what we try to become. And fail. I don't say 'fail'. I saw we aim and miss. But we still hit something.

The story is one that you and I will construct together in your memory. If the story means anything to you at all, then when you remember it afterward, think of it, not as something I created, but rather as something that we made together.

Well, how do I know that they don't know the answer unless I ask?

It is in the turmoil of chaos that we discover what, if anything, we are.

The world was full of locked doors, and he had to get his hand on every key.

Let me be loved like that, by a man who will not replace me with concubines when I'm old and ugly. Let me be loved by a man who loves God more than me.