I would have thought this would make me feel better.. getting to be the one to leave and not the one left behind. But it didn't. Not at all.

There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.

The choices you make now, the people you surround yourself with, they all have the potential to affect your life, even who you are, forever.

I like flaws. I think they make things interesting.

Grief can be a burden, but also an anchor. You get used to the weight, how it holds you in place.

But that was the problem with having the answers. It was only after you gave them that you realized they sometimes weren't what people wanted to hear.

I didnt pay atteniton to times or distance, instead focusing on how it felt just to be in motion, knowing it wasn't about the finish line but how I got there that mattered.

Grieving doesn't make you imperfect. It makes you human.

I realized how truly hard it was, really, to see someone you love change right before your eyes. Not only is it scary, it throws your balance off as well.

That was the hard thing about grief, and the grieving. They spoke another language, and the words we knew always fell short of what we wanted them to say.

But all I could think of was how when nothing made sense and hadn't for ages, you just have to grab onto anything you feel sure of.

Who needs coffee when you have passion?

Assassination is murder with a touch more precision. Brother Sim is precise.

Hope for the best, survive the worst, find humor wherever you can.

The infinite faith I have in people's ability to understand anything that makes sense has always been justified, finally, by their behavior.

Perfect typography is certainly the most elusive of all arts. Sculpture in stone alone comes near it in obstinacy.

I would not change very much about the American theater. I marvel and rejoice in the way the country's regional theaters have formed a network that has become, in essence, our National Theater.

Pity those who seek for shepherds, instead of longing for freedom!

I do not see how hanging litter louts up by their heels and beating them with sticks could be considered a crime.

The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.

Consolation for those moments when you can't tell whether you're the divinest genius or the greatest fool in the world.