There are times when fear is not our enemy. There are times when fear is our truest, sometimes only, friend.

Prayers and promises. The one his sister made to him. The unspoken one I made to my sister. Prayers are promises, too, and these are the days of broken promises.

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

There are times when fear is not our enemy. There are times when fear is our truest, sometimes only, friend.

The doctor frowned upon drinking and often expressed wonderment at men who willingly made imbeciles of themselves.

There are those who labor in the darkness, that the rest of us might live in the light.

Because promises matter. They matter now more than ever.