“Who do I get the feelingthis boy islost at sea? Just like me?”

“Thank you for a lullaby last night. Thank you for the boy who sang it.”

“I don't know if boys are intimidated by her or afraid of her or what, but I know her heart is open and ready for a special guy to walk in.”

“Life is so freaking hard. How do people do it? How do people get up every day and deal with the shit? It really makes you understand why there are so many messed-up people in the world. I mean, it's tough, trying to deal with demands coming at you from all sides.”

“What I believe is that lifeis music and fabulous foliage,but it's also cancer and wars. That's just how it is. Maybe God could do better. But shit, so could we. ”

“Running doesn't just make me happy. Running keeps me alive. When I'm running-the blood pumping through my veins, the tunes playing in my ears, the muscles tightening on the inclines- the problems of the world disappear. It's just me, the sidewalk, and God.”

“Another long run, hoping to put distance between me and everything else. The farther, the better. Only problem is, the distance is just temporary, because no matter how far I go, I always have to come back.”