Still, you tend to believe what you always believed, think what you always thought, expect what you always expected

We'd stared into the face of Death, and Death blinked first. You'd think that would make us feel brave and invincible. It didn't.

You are the nest. You are the hatchling. You are the chrysalis. You are the progeny. You are the rot that falls from stars. You may not understand what I mean. You will.

A man lies upon the floor, spreads his arms, and transforms himself into a ship of a thousand sails.

Because we will die, but at least we will die unbroken.

Even the most sensitive person can get used to even the most insensitive thing. Cruelty isn’t a personality trait. Cruelty is a habit.

How oft do they rescue or ruin us, through whimsy or design or a combination of both, the adults to whom we entrust our care!