It's other people who make us wise, and I haven't known nearly enough.

What I think is all I have left. My mind is the only thing that makes me different from a fancy toaster. What we think does matter-it's all we truly have.

Maybe there was no one way to define it. Maybe there were as many shades of love as the blues of the sky.

Words have longer lives than people.

There are many words and definitions I have never lost. But some I am only just beginning to truly understand.

I suppose you're right about some perspectives. Just a few weeks ago, I thought you were a dickhead.

There are all kinds of friends you make in life... But there's something different about someone who spreads their wings with you.