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

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.

The Little Drummer Boy was playing in the background for what seemed like the third time in a row. I fought off an urge to beat that Little Drummer Boy senseless with his own drumsticks.

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.

When there's something or someone, when there's anything that makes you happy, you don't let a continent or an ocean or an empty pocket keep you apart

Some things you can fix, and some things you can't. And I just think it is a shame to walk away from the things you can.

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