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His theme was happiness—what it is and what it might not have been, where he might find it and where it might have disappeared.
CORRIGAN TOLD ME once that Christ was quite easy to understand. He went where He was supposed to go. He stayed where He was needed. He took little or nothing along, a pair of sandals, a bit of a shirt, a few odds and ends
Good days, they come around the oddest corners.
The simple things come back to us. They rest for a moment by our ribcages then suddenly reach in and twist our hearts a notch backward.
Freedom was a word that everyone mentioned but none of us knew. There wasn’t much left for anyone to die for, except the right to remain peculiar.
Recklessness and freedom—how did they become a cocktail?
Some people think love is the end of the road, and if you’re lucky enough to find it, you stay there. Other people say it just becomes a cliff you drive off, but most people who’ve been around awhile know it’s just a thing that changes day by day, and depending on how much you fight for it, you get it, or you hold on to it, or you lose it, but sometimes it’s never even there in the first place.
People think they know the mystery of living in your skin. They don’t. There’s no one knows except the person who carts it around her own self.
The person we know at first, she thinks, is not the one we know at last.
