I'm not a very happy person," I told him."But sometimes I can trick myself into thinking I am.

There has to be a moment at the beginning when you wonder whether you’re in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself.

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.

barfly n. You have the ability to talk to anyone which is an ability I do not share.

I am jealous of anyone who can make other people care so much.

It doesn't feel like a date. It doesn't feel like friendship. It feels like something that fell off the tightrope but hasn't yet hit the net.

Told her she was beautiful. Didn't give up when she didn't believe me.