We love those whom we serve (p. 26)
A person doesn't ask permission to fall in love; not even of themselves.
I didn't know how to say goodbye. Words were stupid. They said so little. Yet they opened up holes you could fall into and never climb out of again.
Love is like light and there are two kinds, the bursting fireworks of the moment and the solid, fixed stars that sometimes become obscured in the heavens, but are always there, year after year, for a lifetime.
When I wrote, I felt better, as if I had remade the world all of a piece, the way I wanted it to be, not the way it was.
A person has to be strong in life. A person must practice strength, even if they don't feel it.
And in that moment I possessed and lost the whole world and everything in it and was left with the feeling and the knowledge, which is love, that no matter how we give ourselves we always end up losing. That to love is to lose, the moment we agree to the bargain. And that, being human, we keep standing there wanting to lose more.
When you're doing late night you're on the grind every night; you send someone to check on your mom.
Above all have respect for yourself.
Life will force you to make changes you never wanted to make
The Australian accent is sort of like going down a step in smartness, you could say, because you guys pronounce things as they're spelled. We add and abbreviate stuff.