Hope is that tiny flame in a candle that continues to glow even after the wax around it has melted.

I stumble. I balance. I keep walking. Because I know that at the end of my journey is my dream destination.

Love wins, love always wins.

The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch Which hurts and is desired.

The term "trash talk" is such an American thing. I still laugh at it.

We landed, in fact, parallel to a canal, like there were two runways: one for us and one for waterfowl.

Show me slowly what I only know the limits of Dance me to the end of love

I am what I am. I have not deliberately built an image for myself.

The tax code is now nine times longer than the Bible, and not nearly as interesting.

It's kind of like when you get married, you kinda go into it wanting to remember everything. And once it's done, you can't remember a single thing.

They know what my standards are. They know what I need and how to get it to me, and they know how to communicate with me if for some reason they can't get it.

I can't imagine just dusting my pants off and going about my life like, "Phew! I sure made it through a tough spot, now where am I headed?" I feel more of an obligation to be helpful.