Forgiveness, which is the place that every story turns, the chance we give each other.

Words are the weights which hold our history in place.

Here’s another change I’ve noticed: The dark is more than the sun dropping off, more than the moon and the stars. It’s what you can’t see that you hope you will see, what hasn’t been that might be.

Have you ever watched a leaf leave a tree? It falls upward first, and then it drifts toward the ground, just as I find myself drifting towards you.

I believe friends enclose us, like a pair of parentheses. Each one knows us differently, each sustains us in a different way.

We grow too old to lose old friends.

Imagine music gushing down the hollow places in your bones, and making you liquid, and giving you speed. Imagine music turning your body into a song.