Let me hold on to this the way it was, before I knew anything else.

I want to take back at least half of the “I love you”s, because I didn’t mean them as much as the other ones.

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

When Dawn looked at Vic, she saw Vic exactly as he wanted to be seen. Whereas Vic's parents couldn't help seeing who he used to be, and so many friends and strangers couldn't help seeing who he didn't want to be anymore, Dawn only saw him. Call it a blur if you want, but Dawn didn't see a blur. She saw a very distinct, very clear person.

In school, the year was the marker. Fifth grade. Senior year of high school. Sophomore year of college. Then after, the jobs were the marker. That office. This desk. But now that school is over and I've been working at the same place in the same office at the same desk for longer than I can truly believe, I realize: You have become the marker. This is your era. And it's only if it goes on and on that will have to look for other ways to identify the time.

Do not just seek happiness for yourself. Seek happiness for all. Through kindness. Through mercy.

Magic naturally fades over distance. But proximity - well, when it works, proximity amplifies magic.