For a time, then, we stay. For a time. Till the changes.

Once the tugboat takes you out to the ocean liner, you got to get all the way on board. Can't straddle both decks.

How can you tell when the devil is lying? His lips are moving.

Even if you fall on your face, you're still moving forward.

You have to come to your closed doors before you get to your open doors... What if you knew you had to go through 32 closed doors before you got to your open door? Well, then you'd come to closed door number eight and you'd think, 'Great, I got another one out of the way'... Keep moving forward.

I'm pretty horrible at relationships and haven't been in many long-term ones. Leaving and moving on - returning to a familiar sense of self-reliance and autonomy - is what I know that feeling is as comfortable and comforting as it might be for a different kind of person to stay.

The goal is to keep yourself moving, remember? Don't linger. Don't hover. You are not going to stay.

But something he'd come to realize on the roof, leaning out, thinking about what would happen if he leaned too far, was that a boy's life could still matter to himself.

Well I certainly have learned and I hope I'm moving on and certainly two years of prison was a terrible punishment.

Sunrises and sunsets were breathtaking moments in his life. Moments of exhilaration and ecstasy. Deeply moving moments when he would dream. Dreams that splashed myriad colors on his mind's gray canvas!