In the end, though, maybe it's not how you reach a place that matters. Just that you get there at all.

I've given lots of people chances. But there's only so much faith you can have in people.

You didn't fail. You just opted out. There's a difference.

As far as I was concerned, we'd come to a draw: I hadn't wanted to come, and she didn't want me to leave. We were even. But I knew my mother wouldn't see it that way. Lately, we didn't seem to see anything the same.

I'm starting to think, though, that some things never get that. The replay, and all. So at some point you have to make peace with it as it is, not keep waiting for a chance to change it

If you expect the worst, you'll never be disappointed.

Because it is so hard, in any life, to believe in what you can’t fully understand.