Serrated, adj. And you said, "I'm not sure we can.

When I am with you, there is nowhere else I'd rather be. And I am a person who always wants to be somewhere else.

Fate has a strange way of making plans.

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.

I think that if you were somehow able to measure the weight of human kindness, it would have weighed more on 9/11 than it ever had. On 9/11, all the hatred and murder could not compare with the weight of love, of bravery, of caring. I have to believe that.

We just want to walk. Our legs need to move to keep our minds from collapsing.

It’s as simple as that. Simple and complicated, as most true things are.