Let love write on you for awhile.

I am sure people tell you this constantly but if you looked up 'incredibly beautiful' in the dictionary there would be a picture of you.

It is not a thing that you can imagine. It only is. After that, there can be no imagining.

I thought about all of the things that everyone ever says to each other, and how everyone is going to die, whether it's in a millisecond, or days, or months, or 76.5 years, if you were just born. Everything that's born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they're all on fire, and we're all trapped.

There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.

We talked about nothing in particular, but it felt like we were talking about the most important things.

Even if I don't like what I am, I know what I am. My children like what they are, but they don't know what they are. So tell me which is worse.