We do not start as dust. We do not end as dust. We make more than dust. That's all we ask of you. Make more than dust.

It's like, you know how sometimes you see a really sexy baby? Wait.

What separates us from the animals, what separates us from the chaos, is our ability to mourn people we’ve never met.

We switch to another language-- not our invented language or the language we've learned from our lives. As we walk further up the mountain, we speak the language of silence. This language gives us time to think and move. We can be here and elsewhere at the same time.

Danger comes in many forms, I suppose. For some people, it might be jumping off a bridge or climbing impossible moutains. For others, it could be a tawdry love affair or telling off a mean-looking bus driver because he doesn't like to stop for noisy teenagers. It could be cheating at cards or eating a peanut even though you're allergic. For me, danger might be getting out from the protective cloak of my family and venturing into the world more of my own, even though I don't know what- or who- awaits me.

Love me less, but love me for a long time

I don’t want to throw everything away for something uncertain.