How amazing it is that friendships can become so full that you can't imagine what your life was like before them.

Family, like arsenic, works best in small doses...unless you prefer to die.

You can give words, but you can't take them. And when words are given, that is when they are shared. We remember what that was like. Words so real they were almost tangible. There are conversations you remember, for certain. But more than that, there is the sensation of conversation. You will remember that, even when the precise words begin to blur.

With all due respect, if you’re forty-three, then I’m a fetus.

I want to kiss her without counting the seconds. I want to hold her so long that I get to know her skin. I want, I want, I want.

The secret to living long is to have something to live for.

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