And most of the time it feels like the safest conversations are the shallow ones. But I don't want to live in a world where our only conversational refuge is chit-chat about the weather.
There's something jarring about a person betraying his brand and stubbornly sitting in that broken promise like it's who he's been along. It's an act of self-betrayal before it's an act of any other sort of betrayal.
There's a piece of furniture in my family that's almost become sort of a character in our stories. It's terrified little girls and beat up little boys. I don't know if it's got a heart, but it's definitely got soul...