We hold hands as we walk through town. If anybody notices, nobody cares. I know we all like to think of the heart as the center of the body but at this moment, every conscious part of me is in the hand that he holds. It is through that hand, that feeling, that I experience everything else.

It is an awful thing to be betrayed by your body. And it’s lonely, because you feel you can’t talk about it.

underneath all that denial, you're someone who's deeply, deeply nice.

Things are not magical because they've been conjured for us by some outside force. They are magical because we create them.

My mother said I should have a 'change of scenery.' The word scenery made be think of a play. And as we were driving around, it made sense that way. Because no matter how much the scenery changed, we were still on the same stage.

I can flirt with the best of them, but only when it doesn't matter.

Laughter rarely lasts longer than a few seconds, it's true. But how enjoyable those few seconds are.