How do you commemorate a year? A paper anniversary, but we are the words written down, not the paper.

Love is the higher law.

I don't want to steal anybody's story. I very much want to use the stories that I hear to get lost in my mind, to tell a larger story.

These teenager looks aren't going to last forever, and that there are much better foundation to build a life upon than how attractive you are.

Self-esteem can be so exhausting. I want to cut my hair, change my clothes, erase the pimple from the near-tip of my nose, and strengthen my upper-arm definition, all in the next hour.

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.

the world loves stupid labels. i wish we got to choose our own.