But, over time, grief fades. And so did my lust for vengeance.

Father knew he might die that day, and he went anyway.

Perhaps it's better to find joy in the rubble rather than celebrate in ignorance.

I would rather die than hate.

It's easy to move on when things are so bad that you can't stand them anymore. It's harder when they're just mediocre.

I learned a long time ago that you have to be able to laugh no matter what. Otherwise you start weeping and never stop.