He said that those who have endured some misfortune will always be set apart but that it is just that misfortune which is their gift and which is the… - Cormac McCarthy

She slept and sleeping she dreamt that she was running after a train with her brother running along the cinderpath and in the morning she put that in her letter. We were running after the train Bobby and it was drawing away from us into the night and the lights were dimming away in the darkness and we were stumbling along the track and I wanted to stop but you took my hand and in the dream we knew that we had to keep the train in sight or we would lose it. That following the track would not help us. We were holding hands and we were running and then I woke up and it was day.

Every day is a lie. But you are dying. That is not a lie.

If there's one thing on this planet you don't look like it's a bunch of good luck walkin around.