A question like “do you love me?” was an itch our doctors told us not to scratch.

Don't tell me that [broken heartstrings] hurt less than a broken bone, that an ingrown life is something surgeons can cut away, that there's no way for it to metastasize - it does.

But we are more than genteel or civilized/ we are an idea in the process of being realized.

I have loved this life. I smile because I have tiny dreams that play hopscotch at the corners of my mouth. And every time I breathe they float, every time I laugh, they fly kites.

Our lives will only ever always continue to be a balancing act that has less to do with pain and more to do with beauty.

I've been told that people in the army do more by 7:00 am than I do in an entire day But if I wake at 6:59 am and turn to you to trace the outline of your lips with mine I will have done enough and killed no one in the process.

To discover the thing you're brilliant at you first have to endure realizing all the things you're average at.