Whereever you end up;" Jack whispered into my ear."I wish you clear skies. Always

Nothing nice you ever do for anyone is for no reason.

My arms flew up of thier own accord knoking my bag down. I grabbed hold of the desk to keep myself from falling down.

I'm sorry for the randomness of what I wrote, Mr. Oswald. There's been a lot to absorb.' Without looking up, he says, 'Never apologize for writing your truth, Mr. Fink. There are no right or wrong answers.

(T)he world is broken up into pieces, and...it's up to everyone to help put it all back together. It's about recognizing the spark of life in everyone and everything, and gluing those shards back together.

We are here because over billions of years, countless variables fell into place, any of which could have taken another path. We are essentially a beautiful fluke, as are the millions of other species with which we share this planet. Our cells are composed of atoms and dust particles from distant galaxies, and from the billions of living organisms that inhabited this planet before us.

The trick is that as long as you know who you are and what makes you happy, it doesn't matter how others see you.