My life is a pitiful, mechanical thing without a past, like a little wind-up car, ready to run in any direction someone points me.

“Value is not made of money, but a tender balance of expectation and longing.”

“So she was what Hester called a 911 Christian: in the event of an emergency, ca…”

“Mistakes wreck your life. But they make what you have. It's kind of all one. Yo…”

“The color brown, I realized, is anything but nondescript. It comes in as many h…”