. . .and every native has a story of winter – stories that usually begin, You call this a storm? And grow in the telling like battle tales shared by graying war veterans. It’s a peculiar character flaw to those of us from cold climates that we feel superior to those who have the sense to live elsewhere.

The first casualty of hitting rock bottom is vanity.

The reason we start things is rarely the reason we continue them.

People aren't wired to be alone. Even in the stressful population of prison, solitary confinement is still considered a cruel punishment.

Could it be that to truly love a thing is not to desire it, but to desire happiness for it?

Things that seem bad at the time are really blessings.

Dwelling on him would make him a bigger part of my life than I want him to be.