I have given God countless reasons not to love me. None of them has been strong enough to change Him.
But I don’t want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want goodness. I want sin.
To be able to talk to your heart’s content about a book you like with someone who feels the same way about it is one of the greatest joys that life can offer.
Most of our childhood is stored not in photos, but in certain biscuits, lights of day, smells, textures of carpet.