Parents aren’t the people you come from. They’re the people you want to be, when you grow up.

Does fate ever play by the rules?

When she wanted to escape her life, she read books

‎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.

The Inuit say that the stars are holes in heaven. And every time we see the people we loved shining through, we know they're happy.

Any highway . . . they all take you to the same place, don't they?

The optimist in me wants to believe sexuality will eventually become like handwriting: there’s no right way and wrong way to do it. We’re all just wired differently. It's also worth noting that when you meet someone, you never bother to ask if he’s right or left-handed. After all: does it really matter to anyone other than the person holding the pen?