"[I]f an American jumps out of an airplane, you can't sell him a parachute until after he hits the ground.

my heart is bigger than the earth and though life is what gave it love first, life is not all that it’s worth. …
What you share with the world is what it keeps of you.

i’ve got a story; it’s almost finished.. now all i need is someone to tell it to—maybe that’s you. .... you should just be here; be with me here. it doesn’t seem there’s hope for me—i let you down.. but i won’t give in now, not for any amount.