“Dammit, why isn’t there a book with the answers in it?”

“Ow! Dammit!""Watch your language. This is a holy place.""Hah!" I grumbled. "If it's so holy, why don't they have a holy elevator? Or a holy librarian who can go fetch the blasted book for us?”

“Good blurbs are short, sweet, and limited to six. They answer the question “Why should I buy this book?”

“And nothing inspires as much shame as being a parent. Children confront us with our paradoxes and hypocrisies, and we are exposed. You need to find an answer for every why — Why do we do this? Why don’t we do that? — and often there isn’t a good one. So you say, simply, because. Or you tell a story that you know isn’t true. And whether or not your face reddens, you blush. The shame of parenthood — which is a good shame — is that we want our children to be more whole than we are, to have satisfactory answers.”

“Get the Girl," he demanded. "She knows too much!"Dammit. Why did people keep presuming that, and if it was true, why the hell couldn't my GPA reflect the fact?”

“The answer to fear isn’t courage or confidence; it’s learning to trust yourself.”