Nobody ever gets what they want when it comes to love.

What kills a person at twenty-five? Leukemia. An accident. But George knows the better odds are that someone who passes at that age dies of unhappiness. Drug overdose. Suicide. Reckless behavior.

Who are we but the stories we tell ourselves, about ourselves, and believe?

It was crime at its purest, in which empathy, that most fundamental aspect of human morality, evaporated and another being became only a target for untamed fantasy.

Anna is part of a generation that often seems frozen in place by their unreleting sense of irony. Virtually everything people believe in can be exposed as possessing laughable inconsistencies. And so they laugh. And...

I was willing to do it. was determined to do it. By the end of the day, that had become my reaction to all of the signs of hard things ahead – a new purposefulness,...

I was willing to do it. I was determined to do it. By the end of the day, that had become my reaction to all of the signs of hard things ahead – a new...