I make myself up from everything I am, or could be. For many years I was more desire than fact. When I stop becoming, that’s when I worry.

And the words we find are always insufficient, like love, though they are often lovely and all we have.

Although I know it's unfair, I reveal myself one mask at a time.

There are always the simple events of your life that you might try to convert into legend.

Better to be furious at one thing, become radiant with purpose. Better to love links and rhythms than all-embracing answers.

I will try to disappoint you better than anyone ever has.

I’ll always deny that I kissed her. I was just whispering into her mouth.

Oh abstractions are just abstract until they have an ache in them.

exaggerated sunsets / splashed with rain, odd collisions / of roots, animals, seeds. / I didn't like a thing I saw, / so much effort to be strange.

Isn't there a curious elegance in how one moment passes into another?

I've tried to become someone else for a while, only to discover that he, too, was me.

A slow smile spread across his lips, and he threaded his fingers through mine. "I can see why I like you.

The virtue of justice consists in moderation, as regulated by wisdom.

You don't know me, but I know about you...I can't make you live longer. I can't stop you from hurting. But I can give you one wish, as someone did for me.

Polarization affects families and groups of friends. Its a paralyzing situation. A civil war of opinion.

Do no harm & leave the world a better place than you found it.

The tragedy is not so much the experience that you're having. The tragedy is that we don't take the time to understand the meaning and purpose behind what we're going through.

It's the closest I've come to touching immortality, by reading the words of dead people.

We are so much the victims of abstraction that with the Earth in flames we can barely rouse ourselves to wander across the room and look at the thermostat.

I fundamentally believe that in the moral balance of the human race, we right ourselves. If we feel like the ship's keel is off, we find a way to steer ourselves through the storm repeatedly.