How do you know when an apology is true—when it means something, or can change something, or will last outside the moment?

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.

Nature is not the number-one mystery, I’ve learned. It’s the heart that takes top honors.

In high school, my desire for friendship far outweighed my talent for it.

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.

Words are the weights which hold our history in place.

We grow too old to lose old friends.