I believe the biggest themes of life are put into the best focus when held up against the very sharp light of mortality.

What is it about childhood that never lets you go, even when you're so wrecked it's hard to believe you ever were a child?

Being unheard is the ground floor of giving up, and giving up is the ground floor of doing yourself in. It’s not so much, what’s the point? It’s more like, what’s the difference?

Please, please, please, please, please...,", squeezing his eyes shut because it somehow made the words more pure.

We all know how to be a child.

I believe that you live on inside the hearts and minds of everyone you've touched while you were here on earth.

Are you seeing anyone romantically?" he inquired. "No, I'm not," she replied. "Good. Please keep it that way. Because I intend to ask you to marry me.