Your own hands falling out to catch youbefore you hit the ground. All the waysyou save yourself even when youdon't want to.Love is the way your body fights tokeep you alive.Day after day after day.

She asks me how my heart is, and I say, 'beating.'That's never the answer you want, and I am sorry about that.

The lonely? Where's that from?Sadness' best friend. Sadness broughtit along and I couldn't turn it away, soI let it multiply in my pulse instead.

Where did you get your sadness from? I picked it up on the side of the road. Itwas bleeding and scratched and keeninglike a mangled thing, but it looked toobeautiful for me to just walk away.

I'm sorry that when you say 'love', I always hear'heartbreak'.

Two oceans away, a boy is falling in love.Next door, another boy i just falling.One is laughing, one is crying - both are screaming.

The man I meet with is not often so instructive as the silence he breaks.

I think that it is a great tragedy that a child can lose their mother, father, sister or brother, because you and I made a decision that getting loaded was more important than they are.

What interests me is the sense of the darkness that we carry within us, the darkness that's akin to one of the principal subjects of the sublime - terror

Imperialism as he [Kipling] sees it is a sort of forcible evangelising.

All expression of truth does at length take this deep ethical form.

Love deems this world worth rescuing.

The currency of living is how you spend the moments of your life

This hetero - normative behavior and herd mentality is dangerous. It's okay to be different.

Maybe that's what you got when you stood over your grief, facing it finally. A sense of its depths, its area, the distance across, and the way over or around it, whichever you chose in the end.

When the choice is to be right or to be kind, always make the choice that brings peace