There is the sudden. There is the eventual. And in between, there is the living.

I had made it somewhere special, and I'd gotten there all on my own. Nobody had given it to me. Nobody had told me to do it. I'd climbed and climbed and climbed, and this was my reward. To watch over the world, and to be alone with myself. That, I found, was what I needed.

Long live protest songs, in whatever form they take.

Music is everywhere. It’s in the air between us, waiting to be sung.

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

What separates us from the animals, what separates us from the chaos, is our ability to mourn people we’ve never met.

Deep down? That sounds like settling to me. You shouldn't have to venture deep down in order to get to love.