Our flaws are obvious, yet we are loved and able to love, if we choose, because there is that bit of the divine still smoldering in us.

The past hadn't been erased just because a new future had been handed it.

You shouldn't imagine things that you haven't a shred of proof happened.

We are born knowing how to be just. And we die knowing we spent a lifetime pretending we didn't.

Confidence tends to minimize the magnitude of the choice.

When you only do what is expected of you, you never learn what you would've done had you chosen for yourself.

We moved wordlessly from one room to another, from the room of the dead to the room where time lay in pages everywhere I looked.