Imaginary Friend

We can swallow our fear or let our fear swallow us.

Adults are bad at remembering how powerful they can be because somewhere along the line, they were shamed for their imagination.

Everyone gets an ending. Whether or not it’s happy is up to them.

But I’m not afraid anymore because heaven and hell are not destinations. They are decisions.

Fear is not fear. It is excitement afraid of its own light.

Even monsters are adorable when they're little.

The candle flickered in the wind of the hurricane... Then, the light of one hundred billion stars burned out.

He saw a baby elephant tied to a post with a steel chain. The baby ripped and scratched and tried to get free, but the chain wouldn't break. Then, he saw a grown elephant tied to a post with nothing but a little piece of rope. He asked his mother how the little piece of rope held the big elephant in place. She explained they chain the babies until they give up. The elephants think that little piece of rope is still a chain.

You have to live your life before you get to live your Heaven.

Jesus, I am a sinner. I am vain. I am narcissistic. And my biggest sin was that I have been so afraid of You that I never really loved You until this moment. But I’m not afraid anymore because heaven and hell are not destinations. They are decisions.

As long as she had that light, there would always be a chance.

The shadows were not terrifying. They were the proof that light exists. The fire and brimstone were all a mirage. The clouds nothing but steam inside a bathroom. All he needed to do was wipe away the mirror. He didn't need a key. He was the key.

She wanted her son to be smart enough to get out of this nightmare, but not smart enough to know that he was actually inside one.

The power of God was not omniscience. The power of God was not omnipotence. The power of God was love.

Kate Reese shivered when she realized the sad truth: Even monsters are adorable when they are little.

If you fail at your job, you do not blame some outside force. You look right in the mirror and take responsibility. That was the problem with the world. No one took responsibility.

What are the two types of people who can see things that aren’t there, Kate? And his quiet whisper of a punch line. Visionaries and psychopaths.

She thought she was getting a sympathetic ear. What she was actually doing was giving the next bastard a trail of bread crumbs as to how much shit she was willing to put up with for what grief convinced her was love.

Everyone gets an ending. Whether or not it's happy is up to them.

we can swallow our fear or let our fear swallow us

But you have to hear the end of the story - you have to know the wolf doesn't win.

And when he was lying in the ground next to her, her photographs would be thrown in the trash because her face wouldn’t mean anything to anyone else. He was the last person alive who knew her and loved her.

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