I have loved another with all my heart, and for me that has always been enough.

I do not need a reason to be angry with God.

It would be like describing colors to someone blind from birth: The words might be understood, but the concept would remain mysterious and private.

Because in the end, and no matter how hard it is, acceptance helps people move on with the rest of their lives.

Stories are as unique as the people who tell them, and the best stories are in which the ending is a surprise.

Before I started (college), that's the advice my dad gave me. He said to pick classes based on the teacher whenever you can, not the subject...his point was that good teachers are priceless. They inspire you, they entertain you, and you end up learning a ton even when you don't know it.

I have no complaints about my path and the places it has taken me; enough complaints to fill a circus tent about other things, maybe, but the path I've chosen has always been the right one, and I wouldn't have had it any other way.