A Real Friendship Is A Light Thing.

Anger Is Its Own Excuse And Its Own Reward.

I Think We All Get Too Caught Up In Doing Instead Of Just Being Sometimes.

Didn't I Say I'd Always Be Your Same Stars? If You Get To Missing Me, Just Look Up.

I Don't Know If I Would Do Sequels. I Almost Feel Like When I'm Done With Them, They're Going To Have To Find Their Own Way.

Walter Loves The Sea, And I Need It In Some Elemental Way That I Cannot Even Come Close To Verbalizing. I Become Dim And Shriveled Somehow At My Very Core If I Am Away From The Sea Too Long. When I Return To It I Seem To Fill Up And Overflow With It, Soaking In The Vast, Sighing Wetness Of It Like A Parched Vine In A Long, Soft Spring Rain.