We dropped our troubles into the lap of the storyteller, and they turned into someone else's.

It was terrible when a single conversation with someone determined your whole future relationship.

Energy is everything. Rubbing happy and sad together creates energy.

I am looking for the human who admits his flaws Who shocks the adversary By being kinder not stronger What would that be like? We don't even know

Being alive is a common road. It's what we notice makes us different.

What did exclusivity ever have to offer but a distorted, unrealistic view of the world? People who stuck only to their own kind were scared people.

It is really hard to be lonely very long in a world of words. Even if you don't have friends somewhere, you still have language, and it will find you and wrap its little syllables around you and suddenly there will be a story to live in.