Friends, I was pretty sure, lift their friends up; they don't weigh them down like a sack full of stones

I have a theory that as long as you have one good friend, one real friend, you can get through anything.

They're just words. And words alone don't really mean anything. It's what you feel and what you believe when you say them that matter.

I think about how we can't always live in the moment because moments pass, and when we're lucky, we have the kind of moments that we can't help wanting to go back to. We think about them, remember how they felt, and when more time passes we tell stories of these moments that are worth reliving.

There's no going back from what happened. You can go back and understand the past, but you can't go back and change it.

There are days when I think I don't believe anymore. When I think I've grown too old for miracles. And that's right when another seems to happen.

Precision about language can be really, really annoying. It can make you miss the point of what the other person is saying altogether.