It's going to be okay. Words that mean nothing. really, just sounds intoned into vastness and darkness, little scrabbling attempts to latch on to something when we're falling.

I don't understand how everything changes, how the layers of your life get buried. Impossible. At some point, at some time, we must all explode.

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

This was what being cured was like: like being in a fishbowl, circling always inside the same glass.

Love is the only thing in the world worth having. You must never loose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.

I will make a pact with you: I will do it if you will do it, always and forever. Take down the walls.

You can build walls all the way to the sky and I will find a way to fly above them. You can try to pin me down with a hundred thousand arms, but I will find a way to resist. And there are many of us out there, more than you think. People who refuse to stop believing. People who refuse to come to earth. People who love in a world without walls, people who love into hate, into refusal, against hope, and without fear. I love you. Remember. They cannot take it.