What I've learned is that there is nothing in this life that does not fail to disappoint us, even our own deaths.

The city glitters past us with its sharp edges, reminding us of how tiny, how weak, how totally unimportant we are.

When she cries, its quiet, tear-less, almost completely imperceptible: one more unheard prayer.

Being decent is the only thing that matters in a terrible world like this.