I could end this with a moral, as if this were a fable about animals, though no fables are really about animals.

Our heaven is their hell, said God. I like a balanced universe.

A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness.

Perhaps its not the world that is soundless but we who are deaf.

Roar's smile widened. "I know. You missed me." She rolled her eyes. "It's barely been three weeks since I last saw you.""Miserable stretch of time." He said.

Yeah. I know why she cuts. I just don’t know the seed-reason. It’s deep inside her, and it’ll take time and patience to get it out of her.

Your destination should determine who you choose as friend

Even as children they had been good in fact, but also in order to be seen as good. There was something disturbingly like hypocrisy about it all...

Reader, I literally married him.

However logical our induction, the end of the thread is fastened upon the assurance of faith.

The good man is the man who, no matter how morally unworthy he has been, is moving to become better.

My view on feng shui: don’t put your bed in front of the door because you won’t get in.

Entrepreneurs are great at dealing with uncertainty and also very good at minimizing risk. That's the classic great entrepreneur.

What is a good enough principle for an American citizen ought to be good enough for the working man to follow.