None of us can help where we were scattered, Blue. But none of us has to remain where we were scattered.

Maybe the moral of the legend is that we are all carved, created, and formed by a master hand. Maybe we are all works of art.

I don't have terrible taste in women. I'm mad about you, aren't I?”“Are you?"“Yes, Blue. I am. I am completely gone on you.

The room was hushed for a heartbeat more, and then my classmates started to clap. The clapping was modest and didn't shake the room in thunderous applause, but for me, it was a moment I won't forget as long as I live.