One choice can transform you!

That's why you like me!' I exclaim. 'Because you're not nice either! It makes so much more sense now.' 'Come on,' he says. 'We're going to see Johanna.' 'I like you, too.' 'That's encouraging,' he replies flatly. 'Come on. Oh for God's sake. I'll just carry you.

I also don't believe that whatever come after life depends on my correctly reciting a list of my transgressions-that sounds too much like an Erudite afterlife to me, all accuracy and no feeling.

I forget that he is another person; instead it feels like he is another part of me, just as essential as a heart or an eye or an arm.

Everyone has to blame something for the way the world is.

So how can I hold Tobias’s desperation against him, like I’m better than him, like I’ve never let my own brokenness blind me?

Not like Tobias, who is almost shy when he smiles, like he is surprised you bothered to look at him in the first place.