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It ends or it doesn't. That's what you say. That's how you get through it. The tunnel, the night, the pain, the love. It ends or it doesn't.

All I ever really want to know is how other people are making it through life-- where do they put their body, hour by hour, and how do they cope inside of it.

You taught me that we can't have saved the world, that we have to constantly be saving it. Me after you. You after me.

I want to get off now, I like pain and burning light and wanting things from people who don't want to give them to me.

Any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.

A tremendous loneliness comes over you. Everyone in the world is doing something without you.

the dead listen; it is all they can do

I thought you were just going to be me, a way for me to live forever. But it's better than that. The story's going to get better with each new one.

So you didn't have the love you needed. Big deal. Let me tell you about all the love you have. It will be bigger than the anger and it will grow around the sadness. It will drown you. You will become it.

We are sorry for the inconvenience, but this is a revolution.

We are not history yet. We are happening now. How miraculous is that?

I don't want to be pitied and I don't know how to be loved. I only know how to love. All I can do is hope I'm doing the right thing.

There is not enough time to make all the things one's imagination can conjure.

So you didn't have the love you needed. Big deal. Let me tell you about all the love you have. It will be bigger than the anger and it will grow around the sadness. It will drown you. You will become it.

I cannot rise. Too heavy with filth and sin. - Give me your hand. I'll stain you. - I'll take it.

what a beautiful calling. you and i are in different times, and will never meet, but here is the greeting i'd owe you. if you never get to see a person, what do you say? hello! i love you. be good out there. be safe.

How do I say it? In this language there are no words for how the real world collapses. I could say it in my own and the sacred mounds would come into focus, but I couldn't take it in this dingy envelope.

I wish you a kinder sea.

How do I know I love her? Because I can sleep after I talk to her.

I help you move, I bake you a pie, I sit next to you on purpose. How are you not getting the message yet? What do you want? A love poem? I don't know how to write those. Here, take this rock. It's your favorite color.