...then we'll journeyuntil we find the world in which we both fit.And when the path grows too dark to see eventhe bright parts of me, have faith in the soundof my voice. I'm here. I'm still the one leading.

A miracle is anything that God forgotto forbid.

I wonder if we name storms because naming is the only power we’re left with.

Do they still / count, these hours I've spent on my / own? Do they still count if I'm saving / all of my shiniest thoughts for you?

I might ask you one day to go camping, and if you have the desire to dance.

He makes me feel stupid and it’s hard to sleep knowing so little about everything

I’m the vice president of panic, and the president is missing.

On this planet, you have to be useful to be kept around

Lately, I’ve been feeling betrayed by names: the king cobra isn’t a cobra, the electric eel isn’t an eel, and it turns out my anger was fear all along.