“How can poetry be something we study, but also something that makes us cry?”

“The worst thing in the world can happen, but the next day the sun will come up. And you will eat your toast. And you will drink your tea.”

“He smelled more powerfully like himself now that he was dead than he had when he was alive.”

“It always amazes me how when we’re sure we’ve lost something for good, it winds up finding us.”

“I believe how you looked was supposed to mean, something graver, more substantial: I'd gaze at my poor face and think, "It's still not there." Apparently I still do. What isn't there? Beauty? Not likely. Wisdom? Less. Is how we live or try to live supposed to embellish us? All I see is the residue of my other, failed faces. But maybe what we're after is just a less abrasive regard: not "It's still not there," but something like "Come in, be still.”

“The reason we get angry when someone makes fun of you is cause you doubt your ability to do something”

“If you wish for something, make sure you are ready for it.”