My relationship with aging is cozy. I'm not trying to play 29 and holding on with white knuckles, you know?

You're not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on.

Courage is fear holding on a minute longer.

There is only what you want and what happens. There is only grabbing on and holding tight in the darkness.

What about the nobodies and the nothings, the invisible girls? We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary.

And now—our love is so true, I won’t take a step without you. Thank God, you came. If you love me, please don’t ever let me go.