I just want to be normal, like everybody else." "Are you sure that being like everybody else will make you happy?

Through wind, and tempest, storm, and rain; The calm shall be buried inside of me; A warm stone, heavy and dry; The root, the source, a weapon against pain

That's the easy thing about falling: there is only one choice after that.

As we're standing there I realize we're almost exactly the same height. We must look like the dark and light side of an Oreo cookie, and I think how just as easily it could have been the other way around. She could be blocking my path; I could be trying to slip around her into the dark.

I just want to be normal, like everybody else." "Are you sure that being like everybody else will make you happy?

Waste today, want tomorrow.

The sparrows jumped before they knew how to fly, and they learned to fly only because they had jumped.