But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back.

And we were Banksy on an overpass in New Orleans spray-painting porch lights on the hurricane. We were welcome mats for the un-forgiven. We never sold our windpipes to make a living. We were the letters sent to the wrong address, but opened anyway. We opened anyway.

Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground.

Remember, you didn’t come here to write your heart out. You came to write it in.

I thought, "The flowers, save the flowers..." I never thought for a second we wouldn't save the people

Fear is only a verb if you let it be. Don't you dare let go of my hand!

It's your worst sin saving your f***ing life; It's the devil's knife carving holes into your soul so angels have a way to make their way inside; Life doesn't rhyme. Still, life is poetry, not math. The whole world's a stage, but the stage is a meditation mat. You tilt your head back; you breathe. when your heart is broken, you plant seeds in the cracks and you pray for rain.