Sometimes it seemed to him that his life was delicate as a dandelion. One little puff from any direction, and it was blown to bits.
What I have come to believe is that joy is the twin sister of gratitude. I am most joyful when I am most grateful.
You never know ahead of time what something’s really going to be like.
You think it’s so great to die and make everyone cry and carry on. Well it ain’t.