it's the belief, not the words, that mean everything. it's the floating.

If you stare at the center of the universe, there is coldness there. A blankness. Ultimately, the universe doesn't care about us. Time doesn't care about us. That's why we have to care about each other.

You know there's no such thing as a complete lie. There's always some truth in there.

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

Sharing truth is not the kind of gift that comes in wrapping paper - ripped open once and, there, you're done. No, this is a gift that must be unfolded.

We were painting by numbers, starting with the greens. Because that happened to be our favorite color. And this, we figured, had to mean something.

It's the way you say thank you like you're genuinely thankful. I have never met anyone else who does that on a regular basis.