Recipes for an Unexpected Afterlife

Life is more than just fixing your past mistakes.

That's the best kind of journey, not knowing where you're going and figuring it out as you go.

He had decades left in this second life. He didn't have to fill them with purpose - he could waste them doing nothing.

Adults sound so boring. All you do is work and mope around.

The interesting thing about confidence, I’ve learned, is that it’s usually faked.

The world never seemed less cruel, no matter how much time passed.

I hope one day you’ll know the joy of loving someone as much as I love you

Death was a part of life, and those who had a good life feared nothing in the end.

The people that enjoy inflicting cruelty on those who mean them no harm deserve what they sow.

Honor wasn't restricted to glory. Sometimes it was the opposite. It meant accepting yourself at your lowest.

Life was an unsteady thing, tottering between little moments of joy and terrible seconds of survival.

How can you repent for a mistake that wasn't made by you?

How do you look on the bright side when you can't bear to look at brightness?

His greatest fear wasn’t his true death—it was following his dream.

How do you look on the bright side when you can’t bear to look at brightness?

Children always had this way of seeing through a person, deeper than adults ever dared. Only the luckiest kept that when they were older.