Here in the Real World

Because you’re right. Bad stuff happens. But the real world is also all the things we do about the bad stuff. We’re the real world, too.

It was an insane, impossible-to-keep promise, of course. But he didn't care. Because when he'd made it, his heart--which, he suddenly understood, had been useless up until now, just killing time pumping his blood around--his heart had lifted right out of his chest, as if it had been reborn as a bird, and was now soaring somwhere near the top of the watchtower. And the view from there was terrific.

So stop trying to keep bad stuff from me and start teaching me how to fix it.

Everything was something else before and will be something else after.

If you can’t solve everything, look around the edges and see what’s meant for you.

Things generally grow into what's needed of them.

Now, everywhere he looked he saw the ridiculousness of his dreams reflected back at him.