You get what you give, but also what you're willing to take.

It was just one of those things," I said, "You know, that just happen. You don't think or plan. You just do it.

Yeah. I mean, acknowledging is easy. Something happened or it didn't. But understanding... that's where things get sticky.

Some writers pick a topic and write around that, but I like to include it all.

She fell, she hurt, she felt. She lived. And for all the tumble of her experiences, she still had hope. Maybe this next time would do the trick. Or maybe not. But unless you stepped into the game, you would never know.

It was like reaching for someone's hand, then missing their fingers, or even their arm, and hitting their shoulder instead. But no matter. You hang on tight anyway.

It's so, so stupid what we do to ourselves because we're afraid. It's so stupid.