People ask all the time how I'm doing, but the truth is, they don't really want to know.

‎Pick ten strangers and stick them in a room, and ask them which of us they feel sorrier for - you or me - and we all know who they'll choose.

There are two ways to be happy: improve your reality, or lower your expectations.

And I remembered something else that makes us human: faith, the only weapon in our arsenal to battle doubt.

I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I was hurting.

Suddenly this is all too hard. I am tired of putting up walls. I want someone with the strength - and the honesty - to break them down.

I knew what it was like to lose someone you loved. You didn't get past something like that, you got through it.