And then, just at that moment, when I'm no longer sure if I'm dreaming or awake or walking some valley in between where everything you wish for comes true, I feel the flutter of his lips on mine.

Hope keeps you alive.

A good friend keeps your secrets for you. A best friend helps you keep your own secrets.

I guess that's what saying good-bye is always like--like jumping off an edge. The worst part is making the choice to do it. Once you're in the air, there's nothing you can do but let go.

I shiver, thinking how easy it is to be totally wrong about people-to see one tiny part of them and confuse it for the whole, to see the cause and think it's the effect or vice versa

Things change after you die, though, I guess because dying is the loneliest thing you can do.

How is it possible, I think, to change so much and not be able to change anything at all?

This is what happens when you try to help people. You get screwed.

Lindsay calls them the Pugs: pretty from far away, ugly up close.

Everything in me feels fluttering and free, like I could take off from the ground at any second. Music, I think, he makes me feel like music.

Hunky Heroes, rescuing distressed women, captive princesses, and girls without wheels since 1684. p. 450

Life is a priceless gift.

No power on earth, if it labours beneath the burden of fear, can possibly be strong enough to survive.

We, animal and human, come to this time and space to have an experience embedded with our own divine purpose.

You get to a certain age and you can't judge yourself on your dad or your parents.

We must learn from the sermons of Christ, the wisdom of Laotzu, the teachings of Buddha.

Everybody feels protective and possessive about Kurt [Cobain] , and I think that can be attributed to his unique gift, an ability to touch our lives, and make us feel like he's our friend.

It is the best feeling in the world to have a close game come down to just a couple of plays and you are able to do it.

The moment an individual can accept and forgive him or herself, even a little, is the moment in which he or she becomes to some degree lovable.

Human nature is, by definition, a talkative one, imprudent, indiscreet, gossipy, incapable of closing its mouth and keeping it closed.

I love trees I have this thing for trees and the colors & changing of leaves. I love it I respect these kinds of things.