You matter as much as the things that matter to you do.

There is no Them. There are only facets of Us.

Suffering is universal. it’s the one thing Buddhists, Christians, and Muslims are all worried about.

Such is life. We grow up. Planets like Tiny get new moons. Moons like me get new planets.

I was struck by an awful thought, the kind that cannot be taken back once it escapes into the open air of consciousness; it seemed to me that this was not a place you go to live. It was a place you go to die.

I’m not up for laughing, but their laughter makes the room feel safer, so we begin to explore.

I love you present tense,” I whispered, and then put my hand on the middle of his chest and said, “It’s okay, Gus. It’s okay. It is. It’s okay, you hear me?” I had—and have—absolutely no confidence that he could hear me. I leaned forward and kissed his cheek. “Okay,” I said. “Okay.