I want to see the story. More than anything, I am frustrated by the fact that I’ll never know how things turn out.

And it occurred to me how even pulling trees that day, just months ago, I was in heaven. Unaware. I had known nothing even as the evil was occurring, I hadn't been touched yet.

some people fall right through the hole in their lives. It's invisible, but they come to it after time, never knowing where.

We all got holes in our lives. Nobody dies in a perfect garment.

Life is made up of three kinds of people -- those who live it, those afraid to, those in between.