Anyone who is desperate or alone will agree there is comfort in routine.

I think music is what language once aspired to be. Music allows us to face God on our own terms because it reaches beyond life.

It's tempting to imagine how we could hurt someone close, because it reminds us how fiercely we love them.

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

I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment - we are all defined by something we can’t change.

I think living with the absence of someone we love is like living in front of a mountain from which a person - a speck in the distance, on some distance ridge - is perpetually waving.

I don’t see the point of truth anymore, it causes just as much heartbreak as lying.