Home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.

From up above, in a plane passing over, you’d just see one little light in all this dark, with no idea of the lives that were being lived within it, and in the house beside, and beside that one. So much happening in the world, night and day, hour by hour. It was no wonder we were meant to sleep, if only to check out of it for a little while.

What do you do when you finally hear everything you've always thought said aloud?

But all the love in the world won't save a sinking ship. You have to either bail or jump overboard.

Nothing like being scolded by a hippie.

You can't always get the perfect moment. Sometimes, you just have to do the best you can under the circumstances.

Every book teaches me something about my process, and they are all challenging in one way or another.