Things don’t always work out. Sometimes, no matter how hard you try to fix them, they stay broken. Maybe that’s how they’re supposed to be.

I heard somewhere that the hardest part of life is waiting. I used to think that there were things in life that were tougher than waiting. But now I know better.

Out there, somewhere, some people shoot down people they know, some shoot down strangers, some cut off people’s neck, some make children do the ugly deed for them

I’m struggling through a rabbit’s pelvic girdle. It’s turning out pretty but then I might run out of time if I don’t speed up. Someone near me announces, “There are people at the door who want to see you.”