There will always be more questions. Every answer leads to more questions. The only way to survive is to let some of them go.

We are so used to releasing words. We don't know what to do with them if they stay.

I just needed to realize that style was like personality - it didn't always have to be consistent; it just had to be something you lived with.

Our lives change. Our feelings for each other change. Our bearings change. The song changes. The air changes. The temperature of the shower changes. Accept this. We must accept this.

When distractions are manifold, it's best to remember what you are supposed to be doing.

It was a laugh that came from the tip of his toes, gaining force and soul as it traveled through his body and out into the world in mirthful bursts. There wasn't anything fake about it; it was an amusement park of a laugh, and when it appeared, you wanted to jump on board.

Game over," you say, and I don't know which I take more exception to-- the fact that you say its over, or the fact that you say it's a game.