She transforms once again into someone carefree, and I transform into someone whose only care is her.

The terrorists-those nineteen people, with hundreds or maybe thousands behind them-did the worst thing you can possibly imagine. But tens of millions people did the right thing...On 9/11, all the hatred and murder could not compare with the weight of love, of bravery, of caring.

i wish i were someone else, even though i know i'll never, ever be able to get away from what i've done and what's been done to me.

Even though it was hard to see you, it was good to see you.

Maybe there is hope in the fragments, that what is lost can always be filled in by someone who knows.

There has to be a moment at the beginning where you wonder whether you’re in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself. If the moment doesn’t pass, that’s it—you’re done. And if the moment does pass, it never goes that far. It stands in the distance, ready for whenever you want it back. Sometimes it’s even there when you thought you were searching for something else, like an escape route, or your lovers’ face.

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.