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I Want People To Come Away From My Book With Questions. Questions About Virtue And Goodness. Not Answers.

She’s Not Pretty, That Word Is Too Small. She Is Not Like The Girls I Used To Stare At, All Bend And Curve And Softness. She Is Small But Strong, And Her Bright Eyes Demand Attention. Looking At Her Is Like Waking Up.

He Gives Me A Conflicted Look And Touches His Lips To My Forehead, Right Between My Eyebrows. I Close My Eyes. I Don't Understand This, Whatever It Is. But I Don't Want To Ruin It, So I Say Nothing. He Doesn't Move; He Just Stays There With His Mouth Pressed To My Skin, And I Stay There With My Hands On His Waist, For A Long Time.

A Chasm Reminds Us That There Is A Fine Line Between Bravery And Idiocy.

Nature Is Neutral. Nature Doesn't Care How Much Money A Person Makes.