Maybe you had to leave in order to really miss a place; maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved your starting point was.

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

Sometimes there aren't words. The silence between us is flung wide as an ocean. But I manage to reach across it, to wrap my arms around him.

The music we listen to may not define who we are. But it’s a damn good start.

There's got to be a moment when that baby [flying] squirrel looks from the end of one branch to the tree six feet away and thinks twice about making a leap. Falling in love is no different; it's the moment that we close our eyes and throw away everything that seems reasonable and hope to God there's someone or something waiting to catch us on the other side.

The ideas choose me, not the other way around.

There is a reason the word belonging has a synonym for want at its center; it is the human condition.