you can make mean anything.

Everybody looks a little crazy if you're looking close enough and if you can't look that close, then you don't really love them.

For this moment, nothing matters. Look up into the stars and you're gone.

It’s weird to think the place where we’re standing will only be a point in the sky.

Love is a skill you learn.

You could go church and you could describe your worst behavior, your worst self, and despite your worst behavior you would be forgiven and then redeemed and then accepted back into the community through communion. So you didn't have to carry this burden your entire life. Once a week you went someplace you went someplace where you could really look terrible and be loved despite how terrible you were.

Cults make people sing so hard for so long - because it over-oxygenates the blood and sets them up to faint.