All the Colors of the Dark

Reading isn’t a privilege, sir. I believe we all have the right to leave our problems and escape into another world, if only through the written word.

To love and be loved was more than could ever be expected, more than enough for a thousand ordinary lifetimes.

Do something meaningful. Or maybe just mean everything you do,” he said.

When it comes to marriage, love is merely a visitor over a lifetime. Respect and kindness, they are the true foundations.

If you ever get the chance to make someone smile, or better yet, make someone laugh, then you take it. Each and every time,

The bad are the few, but often they shout louder than the many. Don’t mistake silence for weakness.

At ten years old he realized that people were born whole, and that the bad things peeled layers from the person you once were, thinning compassion and empathy and the ability to construct a future. At thirteen he knew those layers could sometimes be rebuilt when people loved you. When you loved.

Best education you can get,” he said. “See through someone else’s eyes and you understand more of everything.

The thirteen-year-old pirate. And the beekeeper that saved his life.

Okay is the preserve of the uninspired, Patchwork. I’d rather live and die at the extremes than exist in the middle.

Franklin Meyer was a cunt, and not the gentleman kind. Franklin’s father was a cunt, too. As kids they were cuntlets. A line of cunts, each one cuntier than the last.” “I wonder what the collective term for—” “A cuntet,” Sammy said knowingly.

Quickest way to shed ignorance is to read a book. Strips it each page you turn, letting knowledge in, you know.

Nothing about them fit. Nothing about them worked. She loved him entirely and absolutely.

Memories lie in people, not places and things.

If you learn from the times you go wrong, you can revel in the times you don’t.

Why do we hold on to the bad things and forget the good?

God is a first call and a last resort, from christening to death bed. In between is where faith is tested. The mundanity. Anyone can drop to their knees when they’re facing crisis, but doing it when everything is steady…

The shrink they make me see, she taps her pencil and frowns at me. And she talks about how we construct our ideals out of our own past mistakes. And I wonder what exactly a mistake is. A thing we should not have done, right? But if learning is built on trial and error there can be no mistakes, only rungs on a ladder to someplace better.

People say it gets easier, but that’s only because each day we get a little closer to seeing them again.

Saint knew that for some it was written in the stars that no matter how hard they fought their road did not lead somewhere good.

Mistakes are the detours that remind you of the true way, Saint.

We look at others with fucking trivial problems, and we think how long they’d last with a taste of our childhoods.

We fell in love and it was like…you know when all of a sudden there’s meaning. Actual true meaning and purpose.” “Like color in the dark,” Patch said.

I just wanted to show you that sometimes things survive despite the harshest of odds.

We’ll exist at the extremes because the middle is where the healthy pass their time.

Time changes our ability to view the things that hurt us.” “But not the pain.” “No. Not the pain.

He would be a small scratch in the record of her life, no longer deep enough to alter the perfect rhythm.

Why is your name Saint?” Her breath caught a little. “My grandparents named me.” “Because your mother died before she could.” She nodded. “But the name…” “They said I was every good thing, Patch. Can you believe that?” He turned his head to look at her. “Sure, I can. Entirely and absolutely.

Grilled cheese. Ain’t a better meal on this earth.