“Somehow I found him. Somehow I found Al's sarcastic thoughts, bitter and old. Tired, angry, bored. Alone.”
“I had found him again, and with him, my world had become completely unwound. It was messy and impulsive, naïve and irrational, and somehow, right again.”
“I was bitterly resentful, but somehow greatly relieved. And I respected him enormously for his clarity of thought, his obvious caring, and his unwillingness to equivocate in delivering bad news.”
“It is in this darkness that I have found all light— somehow become so bright, a shooting star on a stormy night.”
“...somehow the old philosophers could make even the most salacious topics seem boring.”
“They found, like many explorers before them, that somehow, in their absence, they had got into trouble at home.”