The features of character are carved out of adversity.

Mistakes? That's why they put erasers on pencils.

Clear skies, cousin". Good luck, he means. There are never clear skies on Avon, no blue, no stars. But we don't give up hope, and we use those words to remind ourselves. Clear skies will come, one day.

There's the bullshit you know that you know; the bullshit you don't know and know you don't know; and the bullshit you just think you know but really don't.

But when there's no hope to be found anywhere, even the tiniest chance is worth taking.

... But my voice is too soft. The wind picks up my words and swallows them whole.