Belief, hard work, love–you have those things, you can do anything.

Didn't people call New Year's the loneliest night on the calender? She took comfort in knowing somewhere on the planet, someone might be as miserable as she was.

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.

Love- the infatuation kind- 'he's so handsome, she's so beautiful'- that can shrivel. As soon as something goes wrong, that kind of love can fly out the window.

For better or for worse, I've watched people die in front of me. I see how they are in the end. And they're not cynical. In the end, they wanna hold somebody's hand. And that's real to me.

You need to keep people close. You need to give them access to your heart.

She had a bottomless well of love for me.