Цвет жизни

Bad things happen to good people every day.

What no one told me about grief is how lonely it is. No matter who else is mourning, you’re in your own little cell.

The truth has teeth.

... a plate’s not a meal unless there’s more than one color on it.

In a lot of ways, having a teenager isn’t all that different from having a newborn. You learn to read the reactions, because they’re incapable of saying exactly what it is that’s causing pain.

Some of us never learn.

And some of us learn earlier than others.

There is no such thing as a fact. There is only how you saw the fact, in a given moment. How you reported the fact. How your brain processed that fact. There is no extrication of the storyteller from the story.

When you start to see the seedy underbelly of America, it makes you want to live in Canada.

Maybe however much you’ve loved someone, that’s how much you can hate. It’s like a pocket turned inside out.

It stands to reason that the opposite should be true, too.

“Prejudice goes both ways, you know. There are people who suffer from it, and there are people who profit from it."