To ‘pretend’ is to say that I’m willing to waste the precious energy that it takes to pretend, and I’m unwilling to cultivate the bravery that it takes to be real. And I am at a complete loss to pretend that either of these aren’t true.

It may be that we’re not seeing the wonder in life because all we’re doing is wondering how we’re going to survive life.

There’s something tightly woven throughout the fabric of our humanity that runs entirely opposite to the baser instinct of looking out for our own good.

Why is it when I pursue the praises of men I find myself with everything that I’ve looked for but nothing that I need? That’s because I have an extraordinary habit of looking for the wrong thing in the wrong place.

Because I have ‘chosen’ to see something as impossible, there’s a good chance that it’s not.

If I had any hand in it at all there’s a chance that it might be beautiful, but it simply cannot not be majestic.