Love doesn’t have to be on Valentine’s Day. It doesn’t have to be by the time you turn eighteen or thirty-three or fifty-nine. It doesn’t have to conform to whatever is usual. It doesn’t have to be kismet at once, or rhapsody by the third day.It just has to be. In time. In place. In spirt.It just has to be.

We are young and the night is young. We are in the middle of somewhere and we are feeling everything.

I had made it somewhere special, and I'd gotten there all on my own. Nobody had given it to me. Nobody had told me to do it. I'd climbed and climbed and climbed, and this was my reward. To watch over the world, and to be alone with myself. That, I found, was what I needed.

Some days are like this. And the only way to get through them is to remember that they are only one day, and that every day ends.

We pencil-sketch our previous life so we can contrast it to the technicolor of the moment.

Part of my music is being alone, having that time to shut down all other noises to hear the tune underneath.

If we actually thought about every decision we made, we'd be paralyzed ... You have to decide which decisions you're actually going to make, and then you have to let the rest of them go.

Well, I agree that 'trial and error' is a pretty pessimistic name for it. And maybe that's what it is most of the time. But I think the point is that it's not just try-error. Most of the time, it's try-error-try.

I find my greatest strength in wanting to be strong. I find my greatest bravery in deciding to be brave.