You could hold me and I could hold you. And it would be so peaceful. Completely peaceful. Like the feeling of sleep, but awake in it together.

Grief doesn't change you. It reveals you.

Not that smart. Not that hot. Not that nice. Not that funny. That's me: I'm not that.

This squirrel is inadequately afraid of humans! Squirrel, I am a threat to you! We are enemies! Please get off my bench! Oh, god! Oh, god! Don't touch me—oh, god!

Because no one thought she was a person, she had no one to really talk to.

At least for tonight. In sickness and in health. In good times and in bad. For richer, for poorer. 'Till dawn do us part.

This star won't go out. And it won't. we won't let it.