Deep down, where my boys don't know me, I'm an optimist.

Our relationship wasn't the sun, the moon, the stars, but it wasn't bullshit, either.

Then you look at her and smile a smile your dissembling face will remember until the day you die. Baby, you say, baby, this is part of my novel. This is how you lose her.

It's just a matter of willpower. The day you decide it's over, it's over. You never get over it.

You whispered my full name and we fell asleep in each other's arms and I remember how the next morning you were gone, completely gone, and nothing in my bed or the house could have proven otherwise.

My heart is beating like it's lonely, like there's nothing else inside of me.

And all I did was read, and when I was too high to read I stared out the windows.

You're the only person I've ever met who can stand a bookstore as long as I can. A smarty-pants, the kind you don't find every day.

She'd never been big on church before, but as soon as we landed on cancer planet she went so over-the-top Jesucristo that I think she would have nailed herself to a cross if she'd had one handy.

Magda was reading a book by a Trappist, in a better mood, and I was sitting on the edge of the bed, fingering my useless map.

I remembered a definition of chivalry I'd heard once: a man protecting a woman against every man but himself.

I am an old-fashioned preacher of the old-time religion, that has warmed this cold world's heart for two thousand years.

There is "what is" only when there is no comparing and to live with "what is" is to be peaceful.

I don't do method acting. If I play a farmer I'm not gonna spend 3 weeks on a chicken farm. That's a bit too much for me.

Writers, especially when they act in a body and with one direction, have great influence on the public mind.

Behind every rational and irrational force in human society there is a social mechanism which determines where it is to appear and what forms it is to take.

We've got a third, first and a pole; I don't think you could ask for much more than that. Hopefully we can finish it off [tonight].

I am not the kind of girl that gets in trouble.

Words create sentences; sentences create paragraphs; sometimes paragraphs quicken and begin to breathe.

There are people whose souls have just withered, people who are willing to go along with anything evil - anything so as not to be suspected of disagreeing with whoever is in power.