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.

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

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.

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.

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