I don't believe in writer's block.

Oh," says Owen, "but I would have, you know." "I know you would have," says Liz, "and knowing you would have is nearly as good.

I was crying a little for the boy I had wanted him to be and the boy he hadn’t turned out to be.

A life isn't measured in hours and minutes. It's the quality, not the length.

Should have. Would have. Could have. Didn't.

There's a strange sort of quiet when you're dying. It's as if you're in a glass room, and the walls keep getting thicker and thicker.

But I believe good things happen everyday. I believe good things happen even when bad things happen. And I believe on a happy day like today, we can still feel a little sad. And that's life, isn't it?