You swam across a wide and wild sea and you made it all the way to the other side.

I don’t know exactly where we are now. I only know we’re at the place where the plot thickens.

We can all have a better life if we make one.

That mystery is not the curse of our existence; it’s the wonder.

Aside from the people I love, there is little I value more than my education.

There is so much humanity here, so much grace and good humor, so much strength and wisdom.

What if you allowed your God to exist in the simple words of compassion others offer to you?

Real change happens on the level of the gesture.

I don’t know if your friendship is built to last a lifetime, but I know the game is worth the candle.

From what garden or pot or crack in the pavement did you grow? How did you get your water?

We sing the song of parenthood in only the major notes. Were you there? Did you love full-throttle?

I’m here not only to give you permission, but also to say that you must. There is no other way.

This isn’t a spotless life. There is much ahead, my immaculate little peach.

It’s almost never until later that we can draw a line between this and that.

I meant to say there is no cure except to live the hell out of our lives, to take it apart, to put it back together, to dig it all up, and then fill the hole.

When people allow dark crazy thoughts to rule their actions and emotions they like to drag other people into that dark crazy space, too.

You have the power to withstand this sorrow. We all do, though we all claim not to.

Because wanting to leave is enough.

Acceptance asks only that you embrace what’s true.

When it comes to our children, we do not have the luxury of despair.

Let whatever mysterious starlight that guided you this far, guide you onward into whatever crazy beauty awaits.