Whenever you made a choice, especially one you'd been resisting, it always affected everything else, some in big ways, like a tremor beneath your feet, others in so tiny a shift you hardly noticed a change at all. But it was happening.

Anyone can hide. Facing up to things, working through them, that's what makes you strong.

Everything looks different when you're older, not staring up at the world but down upon it.

Each time, I think I'm never going to write another book. It never gets easier.

Accepting all the good and bad about someone. It's a great thing to aspire to. The hard part is actually doing it.

If this was my instinct talking, I didn‟t want to hear what it was saying.

Sure, there was no guarantee any of these things would actually happen as he envisioned. But maybe that wasn‟t the point.It was the planning that counted, whether it ever came to fruition or not.