A duck walks into a bar and the bartender asks, what'll it be? The duck doesn't answer because it's a duck.

The first time someone I loved left me behind...I didn't know how my family would balance. We had been such a sturdy little end table, four solid legs. I was sure we would now be off-kilter, always unstable. Until one day I looked more closely, and realized that we had simply become a stool.

Sometimes the key to happiness is just expecting a little bit less

Life isn't nearly as stable as we want it to be.

If you end your story, it's a static work of art, a finite circle. But if you don't, it belongs to anyone's imagination. It stays alive forever.

It was no coincidence, that fear could move a person to extremes, just as seamlessly as love. They were the conjoined twins of emotion: If you didn't know what was at stake to lose, you had nothing to fight for.

If history has a habit of repeating itself, doesn't someone have to stay behind to shout out a warning?