It was pretty cool to have someone around here who didn't like the same things as everybody else.

I remembered reading somewhere that if you smile at something, it automatically makes you happier.

Because sometimes silence speaks much louder than words possibly could.

Secrets only ended up hurting other people.

Some memories were harder to forget than others. Especially the painful ones.

Silence fell between us. This was a common occurrence whenever we’re alone. When you’re comfortable with someone, you don’t need to always fill the void with noise. I liked it when we would just be.

I didn't like having secrets. Secrets only ended up hurting people.

But that's the thing with the what-if game-- you really can never know the answer to the question. And maybe it's better that way.

I am who I am because the tears of my past have watered the magnificence of my present.

Hatred is as much an attachment as desire. Love liberates.

. .his cell phone didn't work in Three Pines, and neither did email. He almost expected to see messages fluttering back and forth in the sky above the village, unable to descend.

I've never been comfortable photographing people I know, myself included. I guess I prefer the mystery of strangers.

Maybe at the heart of all our traveling is the dream of someday, somehow, getting Home.

It's not about what you tell your children, but how you show them how to live life.

Every corner of the public psyche is canvassed by some of the most talented citizens to see if the desire for some merchandisable product can be cultivated.

A strenuous soul hates cheap success.

This is the last time I'm asking you this, Put my name at the top of your list, This is the last time I'm asking you why, You break my heart in the blink of an eye.

The thousands of clips on internet are better to us than any DVD that could have been released.