Doing what's right should be easy. It shouldn't be just another big mess like everything else.

In this world of numbness and information overload, the ability to feel, my boy, is a rare gift indeed.

Don't think you haven't lived long enough to have a story to tell.

Know yourself and go in swinging.

I don't know how much time passes with us just lying there, just feeling that the other is really there, really true, really alive, feeling the safety of him, his weight against mine, the roughness of his fingers touching my face, his warmth and his smell and the dustiness of his clothes, and we barely speak.

I'll do it, Todd," I whisper. "I'll come with you." And he doesn't say anything, just squeezes my hand harder and brings it up to his face like he wants to breathe me in.

Nobody has to tell nobody nothing,” I say, taking another step forward. “You never were a poet, were you, Todd?” he says.