Into every life a little rain must fall.

People can start out one way, and by the time life gets through with them they end up completely different.

If someone should ask me, 'What does the soul do?' I would say, It does two things. It loves. And it creates. Those are its primary acts.

You gotta imagine what's never been.

If you aren't giving people something to talk about, you've become too dull.

I wondered what it was like to be inside her, just a curl of flesh swimming in the darkness, the quiet things that had passed between us.

We have to acknowledge sometimes that this moment is enough. This place is enough. I am enough.