Small towns are like metronomes; with the slightest flick, the beat changes.

When we are most alone is when we embrace another's loneliness.

Detroit is a place where we've had it pretty tough. But there is a generosity here and a well of kindness that goes deep.

Love each other or die.

At that moment i felt lonelier than i'd ever felt before, and that loneliness seemed to squat in my lungs and crush all but my most minimal breathing. There was nothing left to say. Not about this. Not about anything.

Once, lovers on faraway shores sat by candlelight and dipped ink to parchment, writing words that could not be erased. They took an evening to compose their thoughts, maybe the next evening as well.

There are no random acts...We are all connected...You can no more separate one life from another than you can separate a breeze from the wind.