""no, no, its not all random, if it really was all random, the universe would abandon us completely. and the universe doesn't. it takes care of its most fragile creations in ways we can't see. ... maybe it is a lottery, but the universe makes it all even out in the end. the universe takes care of all its birds.""
p 204. This is part 6 of the novel, told in the perspective of August's older sister's boyfriend. This particularly hits home for me today. The universe does take care of all its birds, even the birds with the deformed faces, the birds who are middle school bullies, the birds who are you and the birds who are me. Fantastic book that I can't wait to finish.
