It’s nice to have things to look forward to.

He said it was the kind of book you made your own.

Things change, friends leave. And life doesn’t stop for anybody.

Put my head under my pillow, and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be.

So, I guess we are who we are for alot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we...

She wasn’t bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just takes time.

I just want you to know that you’re very special… and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has.