Only after disaster can we be resurrected. It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything. Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart.

You're not getting this back you know. Consider it an asshole tax.

To repeat, the way you get to the huge, impossible yes is, you start collecting a lot of easy, small yeses.

We all have some proper noun to blame.

No matter how careful you are, there's going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn't experience it all. There's that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should've been paying attention. Well, get used to that feeling. That's how your whole life will feel some day.

To hell with housework, our top priority has always been between our legs.

I just don't want to die without a few scars.