In times of crisis$$$ we must all decide again and again whom we love.

It's only when you hitch your wagon to something larger than yourself that you realize your true potential.

Death is just the last scene of the last act.

Betrayal is the deepest wound. Betrayal is what remains of love$$$ when love has gone.

The worst thing: to give yourself away in exchange for not enough love.

Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him$$$ but you know he will strangle you with his panic.

The sad duty of politics is to establish justice in a sinful world.

Love is so short$$$ forgetting is so long.

Your wide eyes are the only light I know from extinguished constellations.

How everything you ever love will reject you or die. Everything you ever create will be thrown away. Everything you're proud of will end up as trash.