A Desert Blessing, An Ocean Curse.

I'm Starting To Realize That People Lack Good Mirrors. It's So Hard For Anyone To Show Us How We Look, & So Hard For Us To Show Anyone How We Feel.

He'd Fought Hard, Lida Told Me, As If There Was Another Way To Fight.

Doing Stuff Never Feels As Good As You Hope It Will Feel.

If People Could See Me The Way I See Myself - If They Could Live In My Memories - Would Anyone Love Me?

You Matter As Much As The Things That Matter To You. And I Got So Backwards Trying To Matter To Him. All This Time, There Were Real Things To Care About: Real, Good People Who Care About Me, And This Place. It's So Easy To Get Stuck. You Just Get Caught In Being Something, Being Special Or Cool Or Whatever, To The Point Where You Don't Even Know Why You Need It; You Just Think You Do.