“All I really know is whatever the cost you’re worth it.”

And again my mind runs to you in the way that rivers can’t help but return to the salt.

There are pieces of you in all the things you have loved. This is how we live forever.

I have never known what happiness really means, but I’m sure it sounds a lot like your name.

Everything I know of love is told in the bruises we left on each other.

I’m sorry for being this hard to love.

I know you will take the last of me and I will love you anyway.

I am a child of autumn: At home amongst things that only know of falling.

I knew I loved you before I understood what that meant.

I spent a lifetime building shrine to things that can’t love me back. (music, poetry, you)

My body has always been a stranger. And it aches in a language I don’t understand.

And again I wake up hoping today is the day I don’t miss you.

I don’t know how else to say it. I will love you for the rest of my life.

Of all the people I’ve been the man you loved is the only one I miss.

Maybe letting go isn’t all that different to loving you.

I swear my bones can feel it whenever you speak my name.

What a gentle curse: to still want you after all we’ve been.

Teach us to give and not to count the cost.

Put another way, the costs of your good habits are in the present. The costs of your bad habits are in the future.

Dearest Lord, teach me to be generous; teach me to serve you as you deserve; to give and not to count the cost.

Task switching exacts a cost few realize they are even paying.

I think the cost of energy will come down when we make this transition to renewable energy.

Technology to wipe out truth is now available. Not everybody can afford it but it’s available. When the cost comes down, look out!

But there are too many people that make so much money at the cost of lives of other humans and for no reason but to make the money.

Film will only became an art when its materials are as inexpensive as pencil and paper.