But I have learned that you can't just create your own timetable and will it to come true.

Life's not black-and-white. Sometimes the ends justifies the means.

I love him wholly and unconditionally and without reservation. I love him enough to sacrifice a friendship. I love him enough to accept my own happiness and use it, in turn, to make him happy back.

But now we have time. Endless time stretches before us.

And like a favorite old movie, sometimes the sameness in a friend is what you like the most about her.

No, scratch the word "career." Careers are for people who wish to advance. I only want to survive, draw a paycheck.

But I have learned that you make your own happiness, that part of going for what you want means losing something else. And when the stakes are high, the losses can be that much greater.

I don’t know. She was a sweet girl. As sweet as they come. I don’t know why I didn’t love her. It’s something you can’t really control.

What if two people want to be your partner, then what?

Songs and smells will bring you back to a moment in time more than anything else. It's amazing how much can be conjured with a few notes of a song or a solitary whiff of a room.

I realize thirty is just a number, that you're only as old as you feel and all that. I also realize that in the grand scheme of things, thirty is still young. But it's not that young.

You still don’t get it, Clark, do you?’ I couldhear the smile in his voice. ‘It’s not your choice.

When somebody says something about me I hate them for the rest of my life. It's probably wrong.

You know, I once read a short story about how much you could tell about people from their shoes. You could tell where they had been, what they did, whether they were real walkers.

Not whether we accomplish anarchism today, tomorrow, or within ten centuries, but that we walk towards anarchism today, tomorrow, and always.

Mr. DeMille's theory of sexual difference was that marriage is an artificial state for women. The want to be taken, ruled, raped. That was his theory.

I worked the drive-through at McDonald's and tried out different accents - Italian, Russian, Irish.

The purely Great Whose soul no siren passion could unsphere, Thou nameless, now a power and mixed with fate.

He realized something was going on between Logan and me. I wish he'd clue me in on exactly what it was, because I had no idea.

Handel is only fourth rate. He's not even interesting.

Every day we may see some new thing in Christ. His love hath neither brim nor bottom.