You know why I think we still execute people? Because, even if we don't want to say it out loud-for the really heinous crimes, we want to know that there's a really heinous punishment. Simple as that. We want to bring society closer together-huddle and circle our wagons-and that means getting rid of people we think are incapable of learning a moral lesson. I guess the question is: Who gets to identify those people? And what if, God forbid, they got it wrong?

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

You can miss a person you've never known.

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.

Since it had gotten so quiet in the room that you could hear the sound of your own doubts.

Traveling is all very well and good as long as you knew there is a place or person you can call home

By definition, love made you better than good enough; it redefined perfection to include your traits, instead of excluding them.