For most of us, I think it's easier to admit doing wrong than being stupid.
If you can't laugh when things go bad--laugh and put on a little carnival--then you're either dead or wishing you were.
The color white is the absence of memory.
Guys like Henry and his buddies were an accident waiting to happen; the little kids' version of floods or tornadoes or gallstones.
I choose to believe in God, but I have serious doubts.
There was a lot they didnโt tell you about death, she had discovered, and one of the biggies was how long it took the ones you loved most to die in your heart.