Beauty’s all around me right here. It’s not in a textbook. It’s not in an equation. I mean, take the sunlight … The colors flow into your lungs, into your bloodstream. You are the colors.

Besides, it doesn't matter if it's real. It never does with dreams. They aren't anything anyway but lifesavers to cling to so you don't drown. Life is an ocean, and most everyone's hanging on to some kind of dream to keep afloat.

Goodbye, I say, goodbye, as I disappear little by little into the middle of the middle of my own spectacular now

Life is an ocean, and most everyone's hanging on to some kind of dream to keep afloat.

Just remember this- weird's good. Embrace the weird, dude. Enjoy it because it's never going away.

To hell with tomorrow. To hell with all problems and barriers. Nothing matters but the Spectacular Now.

She's different from the girls I'm used to dating. She doesn't get tired of my stories and jokes or expect me to start reading her mind. She doesn't want me to dress better or put highlights in my hair or serious up. I'm not a lifestyle accessory to her. I'm a necessity. I'm the guy that's going to crack open her cocoon. She doesn't need to change me - she needs me to change her. At least until her little butterfly wings get strong enough to fly away.