Don't deceive me. Never leave me.

And it feels like, finally.

We have to lie to ourselves to live. Otherwise, we'd go crazy.

Cept for Ben, who I can’t describe much further without seeming soft and stupid and like a boy, so I won’t, just to say that I never knew my pa, but if you woke up one day and had a choice of picking one from a selecshun, if someone said, here, then, boy, pick who you want, then Ben wouldn’t be the worst choice you could make that morning.

Midnight passes and I'm twenty-five days and a million years from becoming a man.

To see the ocean once is to learn how to miss it. ~Mistress Coyle

Stories are important...They can be more important than anything. If they carry the truth.