I don't think we get answers to every question. We don't get all the whys. But I think when we look back to the end of our lives, if we do the best we can, and we will see that the things we begged God to take from us, the things we cursed him for, the things that made us turn our backs on him, are the things that were the biggest blessings, the biggest opportunities for growth.

We spend our lives complicating what we would do better to accept. Because in acceptance, we put our energies into transcendence.

Silence, daughter. Stay alive.

Some moments you don't get back. You don't want to spend a lifetime wondering about those moments you didn't seize, about the things you should have done but were too scared to do.

This last year I've felt like one of those snowflakes we used to make in school. The ones where you fold the paper a certain way and then keep cutting and cutting until the paper is shredded. That's what I look like, a paper snowflake. And each hole has a name. And nobody, not you, not me, can fill the holes that someone else has left. All we can do is keep each other from falling in the holes and never coming out again.

The pain. It's worth it. The more you love, the more it hurts. It's the only thing that is.