I've stabbed two people with a fork today. What's wrong with me?

As exciting, difficult, and memorable as our past can be, there comes a time when we have to get on with living.

If bringing down the wall would require you to fly, you must believe you can fly. Otherwise, when the decisive moment comes, you will surely discover you ahve no wings.

I killed a guy, maybe two. Possibly three. I have one power. Not two or three or four. Just one. I met a girl, and she changed everything.

Faith never stays put. It's always challenging always questioning. That's what makes it real.

There's something comforting about the companionship of animals in a new place.

You can't be gone. I need you here, with me. What am I going to do without you?