I suspected that what happens in hotel rooms rarely lasts outside of them. I suspected that when something was a beginning and an ending at the same time, that meant it could only exist in the present.

Sometimes the space between knowing what to do and actually doing it is a very short walk. Other times it is an impossible expanse.

Beauty comes naturally, but it's hard to be stunning by accident.

My pride shut me up, my hurt shut me down, and together they ganged up on my hope and let her get away.

You went and broke our lives. You are so much worse than a cheater. You killed something. And you killed it when its back was turned.

Here’s what I know about the realm of possibility— it is always expanding, it is never what you think it is. Everything around us was once deemed impossible. From the airplane overhead to the phones in our pockets to the choir girl putting her arm around the metalhead. As hard as it is for us to see sometimes, we all exist within the realm of possibility. Most of the limits are of our own world’s devising. And yet, every day we each do so many things that were once impossible to us.

A photograph it a souvenir of a memory. It is not a moment. It is the looking at the photograph that becomes the moment. Your own moment.