We’re built of contradictions, all of us. It’s those opposing forces that give us strength, like an arch, each block pressing the next. Give me a man whose parts are all aligned in agreement and I’ll show you madness. We walk a narrow path, insanity to each side. A man without contradictions to balance him will soon veer off.
Running ain’t no bad thing. Leastways if you run in the right direction.
Death was kind.” He drew a sharp breath. “But no father should have to give such a kindness to his child.