“Nothing else is alright. But we are. -Tobias”

“We're alright, you know?" he says quietly. "You and me, okay?" My chest aches and I nod. "Nothing else is alright." His breath tickles my cheek. "But we are.”

“Stop doing that." He motioned at her face. "Don't- Argh! Alright! There's something else. Just turn off the sprinklers.”

“Is freedom anything else than the right to live as we wish? Nothing else.”

“More than anything else we should be concerned about meekness, or our standing in God's sight. If that standing is as it should be, nothing else matters. If it is not, nothing else counts.”

“Why do we weep once we know that everything will be alright? We weep because the only way everything could ever be alright is in fiction. We weep because what we've seen can't be true, no matter how badly we wish it were. We weep at the truth.”