“I know I wrote letters to people with no address on this earth, I know that you are dead. But I hear you. I hear all of you. We were here. Our lives matter.”

“Sometimes your music sounds like theres too much inside you. Maybe even you couldnt get it all out. Maybe thats why you died. Like you exploded from the inside.”

“I dont know anyone who has a perfect family to start with. And I think thats why we make up our own. regular weirdos together. I feel that way about my friends.”

“People love you for what they want to see in you, not for what you are. That's a sad thing to learn.”

“Words can't be wood enough for a lot of things. But you know, I guess we have to try.”

“If beauty is truth, and truth is beauty, they are defined by each other, so how do we know the meaning of either?”

“People those enjoy life never thought about death and those thought about death never enjoy life.”

“...I do come home at Christmas. We all do, or we all should. We all come home, or ought to come home, for a short holiday - the longer, the better - from the great boarding-school, where we are for...”

“He went to the church, and walked about the streets, and watched the people hurrying to and for, and patted the children on the head, and questioned beggars, and looked down into the kitchens of ho...”

“The Christmas presents once opened are Not So Much Fun as they were while we were in the process of examining, lifting, shaking, thinking about, and opening them. Three hundred sixty-five days late...”

“The traveler knows the grace of travel.”

“Man, you should write a book.I know. You couldnt make this stuff up, could you?”

“And Siobhan says people go on holidays to see new things and relax, but it wouldnt make me relaxed and you can see new things by looking at earth under a microscope or drawing the shape of the soli...”