Yet She Likes Complications. She

It Was A Silence That Heard Itself, Awful And Beautiful.

Things In Life Have No Real Beginning, Though Our Stories About Them Always Do.

Even If People Laughed At The Notion Of Goodness, If They Found It Sentimental, Or Nostalgic, It Didn't Matter -- It Was None Of Those Things, He Said, And It Had To Be Fought For.

We Have To Listen To Other People's Stories. That's The Thing. And That's The Only Way That We Eventually Get To Know Ourselves.

There Is Always Room For At Least Two Truths.