Remember that at any given moment there are a thousand things you can love.

I hope suffering don't exist.

Trying to write about love is ultimately like trying to have a dictionary represent life. No matter how many words there are, there will never be enough.

I had a sense then of how if we truly understood how many of the unimportant things we do will end up outliving us, we'd never be able to go on.

I am here because of love.

I was sixteen and equipped with the appropriate genitalia, so I cleared that hurdle nicely.

There will always be more questions. Every answer leads to more questions. The only way to survive is to let some of them go.