There are no miracles. There are no trumpets, no fanfares, no absolutions.But she sees now that there are brief moments of, if not goodness, then kindness: a thoughtful gesture, a friendly word, an absence of anger now and again.
It is easy enough to be friendly to one's friends. But to befriend the one who regards himself as your enemy is the quintessence of true religion. The other is mere business.
The world is full of monsters with friendly faces.
—Heather Brewer in Eighth Grade Bites