Isn't it weird the way you remember things, when someone's gone?

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.

You can build a business, or you can run it, but there’s only two ways it can be run, you can run it straight, or you can run it into the ground.

‎"Life's book is hard to understand: Why couldst thou not remain atschool?

No one should have to go through life without forgiveness. It's essential

Writing a novel is like traveling the universe on foot.

I am an optimist because I want to change things for the better and I know that blood has to be spilled and disharmony and cruelty are necessary to do that.

I think it reflects well on the state of animation that people are knowledgeable about it and love the fantasy and imagination that goes into it.

Without vision, even the most focused passion is a battery without a device.

Content without style is propaganda or adolescence. Style without content is decadence.

Everywhere I go in the world, people know me and recognise me and really show affection for me.

At a certain depth of distress, the poor, in their stupor, groan no longer over evil, and are no longer thankful for good.