In all your getting, get understanding.

I'm always wondering if he'll return. Sometimes I pray that he doesn't. And sometimes I hope he will. I wish on falling stars and eyelashes. Absence isn't solid the way death is. It's fluid, like language. And it hurts so much...so, so much.

That's what makes best friends. It's not whether or not you live on the same block or go to the same school, but how you feel about each other in your hearts.

I couldnt be a writer without hope. I think I became a writer because Im pretty optimistic.

Keep on doing what you're doing.

Sometimes...you have to try to forget people you love just so you can keep living.

I've learned about marrying poetry and prose and making both accessible.