“My sister will die over and over again for the rest of my life. Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes a part of you, step for step, breath for breath. I will never stop grieving Bailey b...”

“When people fall in love, they burst into flames.”

“People die, I think, but your relationship with them doesn't. It continues and is ever-changing.”

“Remember how it was when we kissed? Armfuls and armfuls of light thrown right at us. A rope dropping down from the sky. How can the word love and the word life even fit in the mouth?”

“For the sun, stars, oceans, and all the trees, Ill consider it.”

“The sky's gone blue: azure, the ocean bluer: cerulean, the trees are swirls of every hella freaking green on earth and bright thick eggy yellow is spilling over everything.”

“...it's exemplification of our moment in American culture and American cultural journalism. It is an accurate document of the discourse of "takes." This movie, that book, this poem, that painting, ...”

“To create art with all the passion in one's soul is to live art with all the beauty in one's heart.”

“art is risk made visible”

“Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.”

“If I were a tree, I would have no reason to love a human.”

“She avoids deep thought like an empty restaurant, not out of stupidity, but a canny resolve to be happy.”

“Some things scratch the surface while others strike at your soul.”