People die, I think, but your relationship with them doesn't. It continues and is ever-changing.

This is our story to tell. You’d think for all the reading I do, I would have thought about this before, but I haven’t. I’ve never once thought about the interpretative, the story telling aspect of life, of my life. I always felt like I was in a story, yes, but not like I was the author of it, or like I had any say in its telling whatsoever.

If bad luck knows who you are, become someone else.

People die, I think, but your relationship with them doesn't. It continues and is ever-changing.

I'm layering away: sauce, noodles, I belong to you, cheese, sauce, my heart is yours, noodles, cheese, I hear your soul in your music, cheese, cheese, CHEESE.

It's time for second chances. It's time to remake the world.

It's such a colossal effort not to be haunted by what's lost, but to be enchanted by what was.