You are everything good and straight and fine and true—and I see that so clearly now, in the way you’ve carried yourself and listened to your own heart. You’ve changed me more than you know, and will always be a part of everything I am. That’s one thing I’ve learned from this. No one you love is ever truly lost.

I preferred to look at the sea, which said nothing and never made you feel alone.

More and more I find myself at a loss for words and didn't want to hear other people talking either. Their conversations seemed false and empty. I preferred to look at the sea, which said nothing and never made you feel alone.

I'd never met anyone so vibrant or alive. He moved like light.

If I can write one sentence, simple and true every day, I'll be satisfied.

Happiness is so awfully complicated, but freedom isn't. You're either tied down or you're not.

Why is it every other person you meet says they're an artist? A real artist doesn't need to gas on about it, he doesn't have time. He does his work and sweats it out in silence, and no one can help him at all.