We Cannot Be Born, And We Cannot

The Right Story Needs The Right Telling.

I Was Born Into Bolívar's Labyrinth, And So I Must Believe In The Hope Of Rabelais' Great Perhaps.

We Live In This Irreparably Broken World, And I Don't Wish To Deny Reality, But The Amazing Thing To Me Is Not That We Refuse To Relinquish Hope As A Species. The Amazing Thing Is That We're Right To Hold On To Hope. The World May Be Broken, But Hope Is Not Crazy. ... Obviously Not All Stories End Happily. We Don't Always Have Good Fortune, But Hope Gives Us, As A Species And As Individuals, What We Otherwise Wouldn't Have: A Chance.

I Leaned In Toward Her, Suddenly Overwhelmed With The Feeling That We Must Kiss.

My Stomach Sank. Jp Had Come So Close. His Immigrant Parents Had Sacrificed So Much.