People are such idiots. As if there's something wrong with being in love.

In these pages, and in my memories, she reminds me that a short life can also be a good and rich life, that it is possible to live with depression without being consumed by it, and that meaning in life is found together, in family and friendship that transcends and survives all manner of suffering. As the poet wrote in the Bible's Song of Solomon, 'Love is strong as death.' Or perhaps even stronger.

I just want to fly under the radar, because when you start to make yourself into a big deal, that's when you get shot down.

All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm.

He missed his imagined future.

What is the point of being alive if you don't at least try to do something remarkable?

i wanted more time so we could fall in love.