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

Even though I'm seventeen, I guess I still thought this would always be true - that there would always be that lost-and-found, and not the lost-and-still-lost that I am now trapped inside.

As if when someone close to us dies, we momentarily trade places with them, in the moment right before. And as we get over it, we’re really living their life in reverse, from death to life, from sickness to health.

They defy gravity, as good books should.

But you have to figure that if it’s too hard to hang on, then maybe you should let go.

I find faith in human perseverance, even as the universe throws challenge after challenge our way.

For whatever reason, we like to focus on the 2 percent that's different, and most of the conflict in the world comes from that.