“Why can’t the world hear? I ask myself. Within a few moments I ask it many times. Because it doesn’t care, I finally answer, and I know I’m right. It’s like I’ve been chosen. But chosen for what? I ask.”

“I guess when someone tells you something they they usually guard, you feel privileged, not because you know something no-one else knows, but because you feel chosen. You feel like that person wants her life to intersect with yours. I think that's what felt best about it.”

“I even move out onto the front porch and see my own limited view of the world. I want to take that world, and for the first time ever, I feel like I can do it. I’ve survived everything I’ve had to so far. I’m still standing here.”

“She let herself love me for three minutes.Can three minutes last forever? I ask myself, but already know the answer.Probably not, I reply. But maybe they last long enough.”

“All my friends seem to be smart arses. Don't ask me why. Like many things, it is what it is.”

“Why me?' I ask God. God says nothing.I laugh and the stars watch.It's good to be alive.”

“for some reason, dying men always ask the question they know the answer to. perhaps it's so they can die being right.”