But now the joy is gone and the sadness is back, the sadness feels like something deserved, the price of some not-quite-forgotten betrayal.

Wanting more is just a recipe for heartache.

Memory is the basis of every journey.

Pride was the belt you used to hold your pants up when you had no pants.

Henry did not want to be fixed, was somehow convinced that the fix would be a lie, something that would lessen him.

Same shit, different day, he thinks, but now the joy is gone and the sadness is back, the sadness that feels like something deserved, the price of some not-quite-forgotten betrayal.

He will be with his friends, and that always feels like coming home.

What is the meaning of life…to give life meaning.

Even five minutes of your time can make someone’s day,

It is always possible to be thankful for what is given rather than to complain about what is not given. One or the other becomes a habit of life.

I stay in my own little zone, and that's good for me.

My words are my bullets.

He let his mouth linger on mine, neither possessively nor sweetly... like his mouth just belonged there on mine. And he was right. It did. It always had.

I'm always tryin' to do something new, tryin' to look like a beginner.

The mind can be a crazy monkey that is always dying to escape from the moment.

That I am a monk and you are a layman is of no importance ... rather that we are both in the light of the Holy Spirit ... Acquire peace, and thousands around you will be saved.

We weren't listening to guitar bands, we were thoroughly ashamed of being a guitar band. So we bought loads of keyboards and learned how to use them, and when we got bored we went back to guitars.