The Living Deserve Attention, Too

Murderers Are Not Monsters, They're Men. And That's The Most Frightening Thing About Them.

But She Was Waiting Patiently. She No Longer Believed In Talk. It Never Rescued Anything. At Seventy She Had Come To Believe In Time Alone. ~pg 254

He Was Beginning To Understand: You Were Treated Special And, Later, Something Horrible Would Be Told To You.

Like Snowflakes,' Franny Said,'none Of Them The Same And Yet Each One, From Where We Stand, Exactly Like The One Before

To Transform Experience And Thought Into Language And Narrative - That Is Beautiful Even If That Beauty Is In Brokenness.