Stories are the best democracy we have. We are allowed to become the other we never dreamed we could be.

The world spins. We stumble on. It is enough.

I write about what I know; and I write about things that are new to me, and that I didn't know before.

The thing about love is that we come alive in bodies not our own.

Long ago, long ago. The simple things come back to us. They rest for a moment by our ribcages then suddenly reach in and twist our hearts a notch backward.

There are moments we return to, now and always. Family is like water - it has a memory of what it once filled, always trying to get back to the original stream.

There's a part of me that thinks perhaps we go on existing in a place even after we've left it.

We have to admire the world for not ending on us.

It was a silence that heard itself, awful and beautiful.

Give life long enough and it will solve all your problems, including the one of being alive.

Even if people laughed at the notion of goodness, if they found it sentimental, or nostalgic, it didn't matter -- it was none of those things, he said, and it had to be fought for.

I’m scared that you’ll make me love you…and then you’ll leave me.

For some strange reason I get some of my brightest ideas on the toilet seat, with my clothes on.

Hold onto the wings of angels that pass your way. They fly higher than any army that has none.

We learn courageous action by going forward whenever fear urges us back.

I generally have lyrics first, but you can't help that when you're writing lyrics you start to get a melody in your head. So they come kind of simultaneously.

I've not got a first in philosophy without being able to muddy things pretty satisfactory.

Those who do not have imaginary conversations do not love.

There are only so many plots in the world. It's how they unfold that makes them interesting.

I mean the flesh, never fade! The flesh never leave the creation, see, because with that divine spirit the flesh cannot fade. If the spirit is weak then the flesh fade, seen?

... finally democracy is catching up with the old, hierarchical, father-dominated family: the family is being democratized.