(no subject)
"And sitting here, I've run out of parts. All the walls and roofs and handrails. And what's glued to the floor in front of me is a bloody mess. It's nothing perfect or complete, but this is what I've made of my life. Right or wrong, it follows no great master plan.
All you can do is hope for a pattern to emerge, and sometimes it never does.
Still, with a plan, you only get the best you can imagine. I'd always hoped for something better than that."