But without humans, the wild would take over. It would only take a hundred years or so for nature to win again.

And it's hard to hate someone once you understand them.

The people we care for aren't always the one we should

How long will you keep me?" I asked. You shrugged. "Forever, of course.

You saw me before I saw you. You had that look in your eyes, as if you wanted something. Wanted it for a long time.

Those blue, blue eyes, icy blue, looking back at me as if I could warm them up. They’re pretty powerful, you know, those eyes, pretty beautiful, too.

Far, far away something made a single ghostly howl, like a banshee in the dark.

It was like I existed in a kind of parallel universe, thinking thoughts and feelings that no one else understood.

Nobody's bought this land. And no one's going to want it either. It's dying land, lonely land." "Like me, then," I said. "Yes, like you." You chewed the corner of your lip. "You both need saving.

Because it's magic, this place . . . beautiful. And you're beautiful . . . beautifully separate. It all fits.

I craved your warmth. I hugged myself, rubbing my fingers up and down. I guess people are like insects sometimes, drawn to heat, A kind of infra-red longing.

Don’t let the present pass in sorrow, hoping that the future will be full of Joy.

Fatigue makes cowards of us all.

Whatever mistakes her son might make in life, Cindy was sure God would have mercy on him. The church, she feared, might not.

We write about love like we should be bound in padded rooms.

It's not enough to win the tricks that belong to you. Try also for some that belong to the opponents.

It was very difficult to write about my own country, because I have always been the outsider looking in.

I just want to be happy. I want to be happy and be able to finish my career in the right way.

America of the future will be all malls connected by interstates. All because your parents no longer can their own tomatoes.

I didn't choose Russia but Russia chose me. I had been fascinated from an early age by the culture, the language, the literature and the history to the place.

God didn't give you the strength to get back on your feet so that you can run back to the same things that knocked you down.