Sleep comes, no matter how deep the sadness cuts. It’s like a gift from the universe.

Even when everything hurts, even when other cities are exploding and people we love are disappearing, there’s still space for sweet things.

I want to know if we are the same, in the moments when we’re stripped bare.

We have to give up so many things when the people we love die. So we hang on to other familiar things.

I can’t quite figure out the difference between loving someone and loving things about them.

Love is insanity, apparently.

Love is something you have or don’t have. Love is like a fever.

It sounds like love just sort of happens, whether you want it to or not, whether you’re married or not.

Sometimes words I think are small come out big.

On our own, we’d look totally normal. Together, we’re something else. Together, we’re special.

We don’t smile, but we something. We something. It hurts, the way a deep connection to someone who isn’t yours sometimes does.

Science fiction makes the implausible possible, while science fantasy makes the impossible plausible.

The greater and more persistent your confidence in God, the more abundantly you will receive all that you ask.

Three is the number of those who do holy work; Two is the number of those who do lover's work; One is the number of those who do perfect evil Or perfect good.

What is important to me is not the truth outside myself, but the truth within myself.

I love to work with people and do what I love.

And anyone who thinks they can talk about quantum theory without feeling dizzy hasn't yet understood the first thing about it.

I have body hang-ups - but I work the best of what I've got.

Like most people in Academia, my vision of the future is the same as the average industry person's vision of five years ago.

I would lay awake nights and cry a lot thinking, is my dad gonna come home? Is he gonna go to jail again? Is he going to get killed?

Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds.