I've never really thought about it before, but it's a miracle how many kinds of light there are in the world, how many skies: the pale brightness of spring, when it feels like the hole world's blushing; the lush, bright boldness of a July noon; purple storm skies and a green queasiness just before lightning strikes and crazy multicolored sunsets that look like someone's acid trip.

My first kiss. A new kind of kiss, like the new kind of music still playing, softly, in the distance - wild and arrhythmic, desperate. Passionate.

You have to go forward: It's the only way. You have to go forward no matter what happens. This is the universal law.

Let me tell you something about dying: it's not as bad as they says. it's the coming-back-to-life part that hurts.

I feel a flash of grief so intense it almost makes me cry out: not for what I lost, but for the chances I missed.

i think of all the thousands of billions of steps and missteps and chances and coincidences that have brought me here. Brought you here, and it feels like the biggest miracle in the world.

You can't tell me what to feel