I’m beginning to suspect that the second half of life is about learning to let go of everything I feverishly collected over the first half that wasn’t loving or human.

Expect disappointment. Some people just don’t know what to do when someone is real.

If causing her pain doesn’t affect you, then don’t claim to care about her.

Night air, good conversation, and a sky full of stars can heal almost any wound.

The funny thing is, when you don’t let people disrespect you, they start calling you difficult.

There are years that ask questions, and years that answer.

Be brave enough to be bad at something new.

Don’t give up. Normally it is the last key on the ring that opens the door.

Be loud about the things that important to you.

Leave the road, take the trails.