Mueres en medio de tu vida, a la mitad de una frase.
It's hard to believe in coincidence, but it's even harder to believe in anything else.
I will not tell you our love story, because-like all real love stories-it will die with us,as it should.
I can't go to Amsterdam. One of my doctors thinks it's a bad idea.He was quiet for a second. God, he said. I should've just paid for it myself. Should've just taken you straight from the Funky Bones t...
He flipped himself onto his side and kissed me. You're so hot, I said, my hand still on his leg. I'm starting to think you have an amputee fetish, he answered, still kissing me. I laughed.I have an Au...
Nerd life is just so much better than regular life.
Suffering can bend & break us. But it can also break us open to become the persons God intended us to be. It depends on what we do with the pain. If we offer it back to God, He will use it to do great...
You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect.
She never liked me much, but she sure loved me
Our fearlessness shall be our secret weapon.
Maybe okay will be our always.Okay.Okay.
Lady and gentleman, when my parents left Korea with nothing but the clothes on their backs and the considerable wealth they had amassed in the shipping business, they had a dream. They had a dream tha...
It's more impressive, I said out loud. From a distance, I mean. You can't see the wear on things, you know? You can't see the rust or the weeds or the paint cracking. You see the place as someone once...
How will we ever get out of this labyrinth of suffering?
Do you know what your problem is? You can't live with the idea that someone might leave.
Anybody can look at you. It's quite rare to find someone who sees the same world you see.
Listening quietly was my general social strategy.
You don't give a shit if people like you.
You are so busy being YOU that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.
Writing does not resurrect. It buries.