I thought grandmothers had to like you. It’s a law or something.

I created an icicle sculpture in the snow. White on white.

Some things aren't meant to be known. Only believed.

Faith and science, I have learned, are two sides of the same coin, separated by an expanse so small, but wide enough that one side can't see the other. They don't know they are connected.

It's the unknown that I fear, the bites of memories that still have no connections.

The dictionary says my identity should be all about being separate or distinct, and yet it feels like it is so wrapped up in others.

Percentages! Those are for economists, polls, and politicians. Percentages can't define your identity.

I see Jenna, smiling, chattering. And failing. When you are perfect, is there anywhere else to go?

Learning is not the accumulation of knowledge, but rather, one thing only: understanding

The contented person finds rest in death, and for the greedy person, death puts an end to his long list of desires.

I am abroad in the night with my servants. We come to smoke the northern lights, to rape the Wendigo, to melt igloos with streams of hot, bloody piss. To see and see.”“Oh. You’re a bit east.

Sainthood emerges when you can listen to someone's tale of woe and not respond with a description of your own.

It's so cold here in Washington, D.C., that politicians have their hands in their own pockets.

Should we distrust the man because his manners are not our manners, and that his skin is dark?

Nothing predicts future behavior as much as past impunity.

Sharing lets us feel less isolated and puts us on a path of being connected. At the end of the day, that's what we all want.

I think throughout my life I've had an appreciation for how all of these things have to come together in order to realize and then sustain change.

She kind of reminds one of Helen. There's something very similar about Elizabeth Perkins.