Nothing makes us love something more than the loss of it.
Perhaps God waits for us to be empty, so he may fill us with himself.
Cruelty isn't a personality trait. Cruelty is a habit.
There are things that are too terrible to remember, and there are things that are almost too wonderful to recall.
I thought I knew what loneliness was before he found me, but I had no clue. You don't know what real loneliness is until you've known the opposite.
He asks me what happened to my leg. I told him I was shot by a shark. He doesn't react. Doesn't seem confused or amused or anything. Like getting shot by a shark is a perfectly natural thing in the aftermath of the arrival.