Eleanor hated it when her mom acted like that. Relentlessly submissive. It was humiliatng to be in the same room.

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.

But it is the subjects, the conversations, the facts we shy away from, which claim us in the form of writer's block, as mere rhetoric, as hysteria, insomnia, and constriction of the throat.

The Web as I envisaged it, we have not seen it yet. The future is still so much bigger than the past.

The best swordsman in the world may be disarmed by a trick that's new to him.

Her heart ached as though a knife had quietly slipped between her ribs.

I sort of play golf because a lot of my friends are into it, but I'm awful - my handicap is about six or seven thousand.

Yet there seemed to be some truth in the law of probability, according to which the chance of success is directly proportionate to the number of repetitions.

Prayer is not a preparation for the battle; it is the battle!

I gave everything in my career so I have no regrets at all.

There are many differences between a baby and an I-Pod. And one of the biggest is, no ones going to mug you for your baby.

I had been gullible, naive, soft, pliable. That's why I got taken advantage of. To survive, you have to have a tough skin.