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

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.

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.

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

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.

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