What was important wasn't the fireworks, it was that we were together this evening, together in this place, looking up into the sky at the same time.

I felt how important the simplest things were, like feeling proud, finding something funny, stretching yourself, retreating into yourself.

Everything in life has some good in it. And when something awful happens, the goodness stands out even more--it's sad, but that's the truth.

Love is the kind of thing that's already happening by the time you notice it, that's how it works, and no matter how old you get, that doesn't change. Except that you can break it up into two entirely distinct types -- love where there's an end in sight and love where there isn't.

No matter what, I want to continue living with the awareness that I will die. Without that, I am not alive.

I spent most of my time thinking, because I didn't have enough energy to do anything else.

But I have my life, I’m living it. It’s twisted, exhausting, uncertain, and full of guilt, but nonetheless, there’s something there.