Like all living things, love, too, struggles against hardship, and in the process sheds its fatuous skin to expose one composed of more than just a storm of emotion-one of loyalty and divine friendship. And though it may be temporarily blinded by adversity, it never gives in or up, holding tight to lofty ideals that transcend this earth and time- while its counterfeit simply concludes it was mistaken and quickly runs off to find the next real thing.

You should always be careful of what you say in parting.

The first casualty of hitting rock bottom is vanity.

I don't want to go to Peru. "How do you know? You've never been there." I've never been to hell either and I'm pretty sure I don't want to go there.

We stone our prophets, then build monuments to them after they're gone.

It's a shame that humans don't come with reset buttons.

Dwelling on him would make him a bigger part of my life than I want him to be.