In the next election, I'm voting for your mom to be the next God.

The older I get, the more I lose my ability to breathe.

You know what’s a great metaphor for love? Sleeping beauty. Because you have to plow through this incredible thicket of thorns in order to get to beauty, and even then, when you get there, you still have to wake her up. — Tiny Cooper

...because if you can make yourself happy in the rain then you're doing pretty alright in life.

With some people ,the minute you start talking, it feels like you've known them for years. It only means that you were supposed to meet sooner. You're feeling all the time you should have known each other, but didn't. That time still counts. You can definitely feel it.

How can you spend hours every day trying in small ways to figure out who you are, then have a near-stranger give you a sentence of yourself that says it better than you ever could?

I couldn't remember ordinary moments, only the ones that had made an impression. Ordinary moments were the ones that fell away first.