“Don’t you see? We create our own thorns, and never stop to count the cost. All we can do is suffer the pain, and tell ourselves it was well worth it.’ ‘That’s what I don’t understand. The pain.’ He glanced down at her hand, so gently on his arm, hurting him so unbearably. ‘Why the pain, Meggie?’ ‘Ask God, Ralph,’ said Meggie. ‘He’s the authority on pain, isn’t He? He made us what we are, He made the whole world. Therefore He made the pain, too.”
