Make sure, as often as possible, you are doing something you’d be happy to die doing.

Laughter, along with madness, seemed to be the only way out, the emergency exit for humans.

Love is scary because it pulls you in with an intense force, a supermassive black hole which looks like nothing from the outside but from the inside challenges every reasonable thing you know. You lose yourself, like I lost myself, in the warmest of annihilations.

The possibility of pain is where love stems from

Kissing is what humans do when words have reached a place they can't escape from.

And how could I believe that Australian wine was automatically inferior to wine sourced from other regions on the planet when I had never drunk anything but liquid nitrogen?

Make sure, as often as possible, you are doing something you’d be happy to die doing.