I can only assume that there’s only one thing more frustrating than not being able to find someone, and that’s not being found. I would want someone to find me, more than anything.

I write human stories. I write about people. Not as a product of their environment. But from the stance that everybody is made of the same thing.

Every single ordinary person has an extraordinary story.

I’ve learned that home isn’t a place, it’s a feeling.

Their plan had been very simple: to stay together for the rest of their lives.

I always pushed myself. Whenever I felt I needed to stop, I made myself run faster.

Every single time you crossed over for me and met me on my side. I realize now, I don't think I ever met you in the middle. And I don't think I ever once said that you for that.