As long as we can love each other, and remember the feeling of love we had, we can die without ever really going away.

How do people choose their final words? Do they realize their gravity? Are they fated to be wise?

You're not a wave, you're a part of the ocean.

People often belittle the place where they were born.

Because when the world quiets to the sound of your own breathing, we all want the same things: comfort, love, and a peaceful heart.

Kids chase the love that eludes them, and for me, that was my father's love. He kept it tucked away, like papers in a briefcase. And I kept trying to get in there.

It’s not contagious, you know. Death is as natural as life. It’s part of the deal we made.