nobody is like anybody else. that's why nobody gets along with anybody else.

Why is it that people don't know what to say when something bad has happened to someone they know? Maybe because they think there are some magic words that will make everything all right again, only they don't know what the words are.

When people say they love you, you just have to decide to believe them, because you'll never know for sure.

...and she said we all had to find God inside ourselves, in the things we loved most.

I trust the red sun setting, the leafless November trees. On Monday morning I look foward fearlessly to Friday’s eve. But humans are not as reliable as nature, as trees. I wonder if you’ll come back; I trust only that you leave.

sometimes people think they're above the laws the rest of us live by. they're blind to their own imperfections.

well, it sounds strange, but when i think of God, i think of a soft whirring noise - like a spinning ball of energy - something i can tap into when i need it.