Everyone’s chest is a living room wall with awkwardly placed photographs hiding fist-shaped holes.

Hey, are you a boy or a — never mind, can I have a push on the swing?” And some day, y’all, when we grow up, it’s all gonna be that simple.

You keep worrying you’re taking up too much space. I wish you’d let yourself be the milky way.

I know a thousand things louder than a soldier's gun; I know the heartbeat of his mother.

You never wish on shooting stars. You wish on the ones that have the courage to shine where they are.

Commit to loving yourself completely. It’s the most radical thing you will do in your lifetime.

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