True love can break the most powerful curse

On my license, it says I'm an organ donor, but the truth is I'd consider being an organ martyr. I'm sure I'm worth a lot more dead than alive - the sum of the parts equal more than the whole. I wonder who might wind up walking around with my liver, my lungs, even my eyeballs. I wonder what poor asshole would get stuck with whatever it is in me that passes for a heart.

To me, a good event is governed by the audience.

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

But then again, maybe bad things happen because it’s the only way we can keep remembering what good is supposed to look like.

Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.

One person's trauma is another's loss of innocence.