But are you finding monastic history a very compelling reason to live?"
"I'm not human," he said. "I don't require a reason to live. Living is my default condition."
I couldn't help it; I laughed, and teas weleld in my eyes. That answer was quintessentially Orma, distilled to his elemental Orma-ness.

Now you have a new life. A new dawn. A new flower in your basket. A new ray of hope. A new chapter in your book. A new gust of breeze. A new fire in your stomach. A new reason to live.

Maybe it's not finding a reason, it's trusting that there is one.

She's a total game changer. The thing that really sets her apart, the big reason that everybody watches her and why she has had so much success, is that viewers can imagine having a cup of coffee with her, of sitting on a playground and watching their kids on the jungle gym. She's not acting. She's not playing a role. She is what she is.

Life isn’t about deserving.” I closed my eyes and sighed. “Aren’t you the one always spouting all that wisdom?” He grinned. “If we wait until we’re deserving, we’re going to be waiting for a really long time.” I shrugged. “I’d rather appreciate the fact that I’ll never deserve anything — doesn’t make me a bad person, just makes me all the more thankful.

First rule of thievery,' Eli said, grinning, 'only run if you're not coming back.' (...) 'First rule of thievery, never use the same entrance twice.' Miranda rolled her eyes. 'How many 'first rules' of thievery do you have?' 'When one mistake can mean your head on a pike, every rule's a first rule,' Eli said cheerfully.