Love and Other Theories challenged my assumptions, dared me to think differently and burrowed into my heart. A heart-achingly beautiful story about whether it is better to protect your heart or to take the biggest risk of all.

To come to peace with the moving on. It is a gift, in a way. We spend so much of our time fighting death, as we should. But sometimes the greatest gift we can give ourselves, and in turn the ones we love, is to know when to let go. To know when it is time—and to be at peace with that.

Sometimes instinct can be wrong. But sometimes it can be right too. And sometimes you just have to take it on faith.

Standing up for what's right is a huge burden to bear. It's normal to have some doubt.

Sometimes, when we are sad, we have to do the opposite of sad. Sometimes we have to sing.

I don't need to be any place else, because the music takes me to the only place I want to be right now. To the place where I am and have always been wholly me, the only church I've ever belonged to, the only place I've ever prayed.

As you see, context is everything and nothing at the same time. Words stand alone and with each other.