When you have something this good, you keep it. Forever. And that's all the magic there is to it.

And even when they refuse to listen, I'll keep talking anyway, hoping on a slim chance that the things inside my head are worth something to someone.

And so I've written everything down, too afraid of my demons and what they may say, the doubt that eats at me from the inside. Too afraid that I'll forget and it'll all be a madwoman's dream.

This is a story about survival.Letting go and learning to let in. Getting along and moving on. The truth about life.The things left unsaid...

I saw a dead bird flying through a broken sky. I heard it, and it said, "The world will never understand.

Our love douses us in flames. It's terrible and deep and wingless, but I'll burn here if you burn here too.

And you left your mark on me...With the destruction of us, finally, we became no one.

Stop setting yourself on fire for people who just stand to watch you burn.

The first kiss is the deepest.""The last breath is the hardest.

Such is the demographic paradox of a junior physician's relationship with his patients: I worry about how to extend their lives. This anxiety inevitably shortens my own.

You know it's love when all you want is that person to be happy, even if you're not part of their happiness.

The things we saw happen in the last four years of the Obama administration would all, or many of them, go away under a President Gingrich. It would be a huge setback.

Piracy is almost always a service problem.

It is often the case that laws must change before fears about change dissipate.

It seems to me that all the things we keep in sealed boxes are both alive and dead until we open the box, that the unobserved is both there and not.

Simplification is one of the most difficult things to do.

Compared to Americans, Canadians are often more gentle in their approach to things. They're much more apologetic. There's less room for conflict.

My poems are naughty, but my life is pure.

The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.