And he’d expected her to feel like heaven, plus nirvana, plus that scene in Willy Wonka where Charlie starts to fly.

The first time he'd held her hand, it felt so good that it crowded out all the bad things. It felt better than anything had ever hurt.

Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.

It was the nicest thing she could imagine. It made her want to have his babies and give him both of her kidneys.

My girlfriend is sad and quiet and keeps me up all night worrying about her.

Don't bite his face, Eleanor told herself. It's disturbing and needy and never happens in situation comedies or movies that end with big kisses.

Everytime, he breaks your heart. And everytime, he expects me to pick up the pieces.

Can't you just like a girl who likes you back?''None of them likes me back. I may as well like the one I really want.

She wanted to lose herself in him. To tie his arms around her like a tourniquet.If she showed him how much she needed him, he'd run away.

If you can’t save your own life, is it even worth saving?

There's no reason to think we're going to stop loving each other, ' he said. 'And there's every reason to think that we won't.

It is good for children to find themselves facing the elements of a fairy tale - they are well-equipped to deal with these

...It was borne in upon her audience that the outside of Jane's charming head was distinctly superior to the inside.

After twenty annual visits I am still surprised each time I return to see this giant asparagus bed of alabaster and rose and green skyscrapers.

One of the reasons why so few of us ever act instead of react is because we are continually stifling our deepest impulses.

The Beatles are a passing phase, symptoms of the confusion about us.

Mix judgement with ambition and season it with energy. It makes a splendid recipe for success.

Men often compete with one another until the day they die. Comradeship consists of rubbing shoulders jocularly with a competitor.

[A.J. Muste] was - he - I don't know what he finally came out believing in, but it was some kind of higher being.

The first act of religion, therefore, concerns those things which are communicated to us from God. The other concerns those things which we yield to God.