We are all alone, trapped in these bodies and our own minds, and whatever company we have in this life is only fleeting and superficial.

I do my best thinking at night when everyone else is sleeping. No interruptions. No noise. I like the feeling of being awake when no one else is.

Sorry wastes time. You have to live your life like you'll never be sorry. It's easier just to do the right thing from the start so there's nothing to apologize for.

Since I stopped writing, I read more than ever. Other people's words, not my own - my words are gone.

Music did that to me, just like God was supposed to, because music seemed both magic and holy.

I thought: Just one step. One step at a time. You don’t have to do them all at once.

No more winter at all. Finch, you brought me spring.