The one thing that you have that nobody else has is you. Your voice, your mind, your story, your vision. So write and draw and build and play and dance and live as only you can.

I was one of those kids who had books on them. Before weddings, Bar Mitzvahs, funerals and anything else where you're actually meant to not be reading, my family would frisk me and take the book away. If they didn't find it by this point in the procedure, I would be sitting over in that corner completely unnoticed just reading my book.

For some folks death is release, and for others death is an abomination, a terrible thing. But in the end, I'm there for all of them.

Different people remember things differently, and you'll not get any two people to remember anything the same, whether they were there or not.

The only advice I can give you is what you're telling yourself. Only, maybe you're too scared to listen.

But I have always thought that these tulips must have had names. They were red, and orange and red, and red and orange and yellow, like the ember in a nursery fire of a winter's evening. I remember them.

He was alone in the darkness once more, but the darkness became brighter and brighter until it was burning like the sun.