There is a perfect someone, even if the road to that someone isn’t all that perfect.

Perfect love was that kind of love that made no sense but made everything else make sense somehow. It was raw and unscripted, turbulent and slightly unpredictable.

The past will find a way to squeeze into the present–if you let it.

Now it's time to focus on basics for people in our neighborhoods... and real ethics reform at City Hall.

Life didn’t go how I had planned, but I couldn’t have planned a better life. Somewhere in between the beginning and eternity, I fought the war that we all must fight–the journey that in taking, forces us to come face to face with our own realities.

It was a completely new feeling for me–like someone had just released a million, tiny butterflies loose in my stomach, and they were feverishly flying up into my head and making me lose my mind.

People like to complain about the state of contemporary literature, but I can only assume they don't read it very widely.