Language is like drinking from one's own reflection in still water. We only take from it what we are at the time.

Royal Young's writing is that rare blend of irony and beauty.

Children are the closest we have to wisdom and they become adults the moment that final drop of everything mysterious is strained from them.

Dreamers conquered the world long ago.

Every moment is the paradox of now or never.

Love requires imagination more than experience.

Relationships break down, because it's about self. But when you take the "I" out of it and you're like, how can I make them happy, that means sacrifice. I think you have to be prepared to sacrifice, and a lot of people just aren't willing to. You have to give up a piece of yourself. By doing that, you get a greater sense of who you are. When you give something up, you need to fill the space where it used to be, and you understand the landscape in yourself a bit more.