I've always thought that you don't love a country by turning a blind eye to its crimes and to a problem. The way that you love a country is by seeing everything that it's done wrong, all of its mistakes, and still thinking that it's beautiful and that it's worthy.

What else she doesn't know: that the man next to her would end up being her husband and the father of her two children, that after two years together he would leave her, her third and final heartbreak, and she would never love again.

What a surprise (we all know how tolerant the tolerant are).

As artists we are here to make you uncomfortable with the complexity of your reality.

Honestly, connecting once at the deepest level with someone, you know, once you've done that, even if your life goes to hell, man, it was really worth living.

It's exactly at these moments, when all hope has vanished, that prayer has dominion.

...sometimes a start is all we ever get.