But feelings, they don't care about telling. They just go right on, piling on top of one another like a big sandwich.

“My happy wagon is almost empty, Leo. Only five pebbles left. Happywise, I’m ope…”

“And each night in bed I thought of her as the moon came through my window. I co…”

“A little hatred goes a long, long way. It grows and grows. And it’s hungry. You…”

“When you own nothing, it's easy to let things go.”