...And for every day you paint the war, take a week and paint the beauty, the color, the shape of the landscape you’re marching towards. Everyone knows what you’re against; show them what you’re for.

Do you think anger is a sincere emotion or the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain?

Love is like sunshine. Sometimes you have to get burned to know you were there. I want to know that I'm here.

Lately I've been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and how I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be. And when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: before I die, I want to be somebody's favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.

Touch me 'til my ribs become piano keys.

None of us are pretty, but our ugly has an alibi.

Sometimes the break in your heart is like the hole in the flute. Sometimes it’s the place where the music comes through.