I find I very rarely live up to my words. And since you know me primarily through my words, there are oh so many ways I can disappoint.

It won't be a normal life-I know that. But it will be a life. A life together.

no matter how happy we are, no matter how much we want our night to stretch out infinitely, sleep is inevitable.

I am stronger than words and I am bigger than the box I'm in, and then I see her in the crowd and I fall apart.

A guy can do far far worse than surrounding himself with people who restore his faith in humanity.

And still, for all the jealously, all the doubt, sometimes I will be struck with a kind of awe that we're together. That someone like me could find someone like you --- it renders me wordless. Because surely words would conspire against such luck, would protest the unlikelihood of such a turn of events.

This is what a memorial is: standing still, staring at something that isn’t ther