But there was only one truth about forever that really mattered, and that was this: it was happening.

Are those the only options? Nothing or forever?

The lizard stared up at us, and we stared back, taking each other in. He was little and defenseless, I felt sorry for him already. This was a screwed-up place he'd just come into. But he didn't have to know that. Not yet, anyway. There in that room, where it was hot and cramped, the world probably still seemed small enough to manage.

From up above, in a plane passing over, you’d just see one little light in all this dark, with no idea of the lives that were being lived within it, and in the house beside, and beside that one. So much happening in the world, night and day, hour by hour. It was no wonder we were meant to sleep, if only to check out of it for a little while.

Even if you do make tons of new friends,” I told him, “try not to forget where you came from, okay?

I am coming to terms with the fact that loving someone requires a leap of faith, and that a soft landing is never guaranteed.

Who says there has to be a point?" He asked. "Or a reason. Maybe it's just something you have to do.