That's how it is in heaven. It's just love, and no one forgets who they love.

A big sister who cries over being human over you. A gravelly voiced kid who's friends left him over you. And a pink-haired girl who keeps your picture in her wallet.

My mom smiled at me. Her smile kind of hugged me.

We carry with us, as human beings, not just the capacity to be kind, but the very choice of kindness.

You can't blend in when you were born to stand out.

I actually like how doctors talk. I like the sound of science. I like how words you don't understand explain things you can't understand.

It’s not enough to be friendly. You have to be a friend.