You forget all of it anyway. . . You forget who was cool and who was not, who was pretty, smart, athletic, and not. . . You forget all of them. Even the ones you said you loved, and even the ones you actually did. They’re the last to go. And then once you’ve forgotten enough, you love someone else.

It's a tragic fact to die in an accident

It's sad when you think about it, but also kind of beautiful.

In you, I found infinity. In you, I was reborn

Diving is a leap of faith plus gravity.

Why do two people fall in love? It's a mystery.

Before I liked to write, I liked to type. I remember visiting my grandmother Adele in Ponce Inlet, Florida, when I was three years old, and she had an IBM electric typewriter.