Hot heart-blood leaked from my face. From my eyes and my nose and my mouth. Not tears, because those would never stop. This was just liquid heartbreak seeping from my pores.

I respect the hell out of her for how hard she’s working to be okay. I just wish she’d let me show her how to let go, how to let herself hurt. I want to take her pain.

Let…it…go, ” he whispers, his voice a fierce, harsh sound in my hair. “No. No!” The last word is screamed. “You have to. You can’t bleed it out. You can’t keep pretending, drinking it down.

I bought this place for a pittance, because it was a dump. Rejected, abandoned, unwanted. Like me. I fixed it up. Made it mine.

I also know I'm not going to stay away. I'm going to grab onto her and let myself get cut. I'm good at pain. I'm good at bleeding, emotionally and physically.

Yeah. I know why she cuts. I just don’t know the seed-reason. It’s deep inside her, and it’ll take time and patience to get it out of her.

It is not courage that makes us speak the truth, but it is a hunger for truth that makes us courageous

I need God’s grace and something baked with peanut butter and chocolate.

Climate change is a terrible problem, and it absolutely needs to be solved. It deserves to be a huge priority.

The jelly-bean eating thug says that national defense is important. But national defense starts at home.

If you can attain repose and calm, believe that you have seized happiness.

When we walk, the two halves of our brains converse.

Truth is more of a stranger than fiction.

Arguments derived from probabilities are idle.

So what really works? Treatments in jail do some good, but it's mostly too late: finding a family and a job or just growing older make most prisoners eventually give up crime.

The ingratitude of the world can never deprive us of the conscious happiness of having acted with humanity ourselves.