Night of Miracles: A Novel

"(…) Don’t get mad, but you look sick.”
“I didn’t sleep well, that’s all. You see if, when you get old, YOU don’t look like a cotton sheet left too long in the dryer when you don’t sleep well."

(…) I’ll tell you what’s old, and this is the God’s truth. You ready? Here it is: ninety-three. That’s it. You hit ninety-three, and you’re old. And that’s when you can start smoking. ‘Cause it ain’t going to kill you before you’re dead anyway.

(…) My dad says real love is when the other person is your best friend and you shouldn’t have to work hard around them, it should be, like, more natural, and you just want to be with them even if you’re not doing anything.

It’s good for you to be a bit uncomfortable from time to time, especially if you’re only a few steps away from relief. People forget about the value of adversity.

Oh, pooh, that’s nothing. I used to walk to school in THREE feet of snow!”
Lincoln smiles. “That’s such a stereotype.”
As ever, Lucille is impressed at Lincoln’s vocabulary. In some ways, kids today seem so much smarter. But they can’t add in their heads anymore. (…) They rely on their phones for everything, even socializing.