All that happens when your dreams come true is a slow, melting realization that it wasn't what you thought.

I often find that I rock back and forth with a beat in my head constantly. If i stop rocking, it usually means I've hit a snag in my writing.

Aging is not just decay, you know, its growth.

We don't see what we could be. We should be looking at our potential, stretching ourselves into everything we can become.

Once heaven is done with grandma, we'd like her back, thanks.

People say they 'find' love, as if it were an object hidden by a rock. But love takes many forms, and it is never the same for any man and woman. What people find then is a certain love. And [he] found a certain love with [her], a grateful love, a deep but quiet love, one that he knew, above all else, was irreplaceable.

A man who can take anything will find most things unsatisfying. And a man without memories is just a shell.