Long live protest songs, in whatever form they take.

He plants himself right there in front of Craig’s mother and says, “You need to love him. I don’t care who you thought he was, or who you want him to be, you need to love him exactly as he is because your son is a remarkable human being. You have to understand that.”And Craig’s mother whispers back, “I know. I know.

Let’s always love each other, and never be in love with each other.

We always see our worst selves. Our most vulnerable selves. We need someone else to get close enough to tell us we’re wrong. Someone we trust.

We pencil-sketch our previous life so we can contrast it to the technicolor of the moment.

Love me less,but love me for a long time.