“But what if it doesn’t? I’ve been playing along with all this ‘lives are connected’ and ‘what we do matters’ crap. But when I’m alone and there aren’t windows to complete and houses to paint. When all the distractions are gone and things get real quiet.” He paused. “I’ve tried this game before. I’ve asked questions. Asked for help. But nothing ever happens. I just don’t get how you can believe in silence? How you can put your faith in silence? How you can supposedly love, silence?” Pg. 313
Post 28: SG
…I just always thought there’d be time later to do all those things I didn’t get around to doing. Then you get busy and before you know it, there’s a knock at the door, and so much is left undone. If only there was a way to match the energy we have when we are young with the experience we get later. Think of how much we could get fixed. And what I’ve noticed is that the more you fix in the world, the more that gets fixed inside you… Pg. 308
Post 27: SG
They slipped through the opening in the plastic. The air around the cloth-covered receptionist desk was filled with dust. Destiny tucked her mouth and nose below her shirt and Lily just held her breath. Elijah was thinking about the playrooms he’d make on raining days by stretching sheets across the living room furniture. Sometimes he pretended it was a spaceship, other times a cave. Never a castle, and never had he met a Princess. Pg. 302
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