Your humor is your compass and your shield. You can hone it into a weapon or you can pull its strands out to make your very own cotton-candy blanket. You can’t exist on a diet of humor alone, but you can’t exist on a diet without it, either.

Everyone tried with me. And everytime, it felt like the whole point of life was to see if trying was ever enough.

I have already spent roughly five thousand hours asleep next to you. This has to mean something.

It's almost heartening to think that the attachment you have can define your perception as much as any other influence.

I think that if you were somehow able to measure the weight of human kindness, it would have weighed more on 9/11 than it ever had. On 9/11, all the hatred and murder could not compare with the weight of love, of bravery, of caring. I have to believe that.

There's no way for them to take away my sadness, but they can make sure I am not empty of all the other feelings.

Deep down, you see, I long to be arcane, esoteric. I would love to confound people with their own language.