I cried at the funeral. It wasn’t because I loved her, it was because I was there, in the front pew at the church, chopping onions. - Jarod Kintz

Nothing in this world feels quite like freedom, except for freedom. And nothing in the world tastes quite like freedom, except for fried bald eagles.

She’s not showing any interest in me and she looks like she doesn’t want to be here. Should I take off her handcuffs? I thought kidnap victims were supposed to fall in love with their captors?

At first, the drudgery of mastering your craft is a prison — boring, slow, and with an awareness of how much time you’ll have to put in. But somewhere along your prison sentence, you come to see the time you put into your work not as dull and meager, but as meaningful — and you realize that your prison has become your palace, your place of escape.