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Misadventure was my primary compass and I followed it without caring if I pissed off one person or a whole bunch of people.

It was as if I was automatically one of them because I smoked.

It was an impossible achievement but that didn't stop me from trying and having fun.

I'd developed an apology-is-much-better-than-asking-for-permission mentality.

My newfound motivation had me feeling confident in my ability and I headed to Mackay with a plan.

Looking back really does make you wonder, but the truth is it doesn't change a thing.

You know what's the worst? Having realistic, ordinary expectations taken out of your reach by seemingly unrealistic, extraordinary circumstances.

I didn't appreciate the moment as much as I should have while living it, but I can attribute that to my poor emotional state and hindsight.

It was a start, and a start is all anyone needs to put an end to something.

Besides the gifts, the only thing that gave the headstones colour were the memories family and friends had of the people they represented.

I liked learning but the challenge was that my mother's need to turn education into a competition was ruining the experience for me.

Even freedom needs some rules to keep it from being complete chaos.

Nyree taught me not to trust anyone but Steve quickly corrected that lesson and taught me not to trust everyone.

He was the captain of the rugby team and he was built like a fucking gorilla. He had the personality of a fucking gorilla, too.

The acceptance of just one person is enough to silence the rejection of thousands.

Your days are only important if you decide to make them important.

It was odd but I couldn't jump the chasm of missing evidence to the conclusion Todd was making.

You live by whatever rules you need to govern your life the best you think. Let's just try not to encroach.