Every letter was a love letter.

We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.

Biology gives you a brain. Life turns it into a mind.

When I wrote The Virgin Suicides, I gave myself very strict rules about the narrative voice: the boys would only be able to report what they had seen or found or what had been told to them.

Basically what we have here is a dreamer. Somebody out of touch with reality. When she jumped, she probably thought she'd fly

It was one of those humid days when the atmosphere gets confused. Sitting on the porch, you could feel it: the air wishing it was water.

In the end, the tortures tearing the Lisbon girls pointed to a simple reasoned refusal to accept the world as it was handed down to them, so full of flaws.

Depression is like a bruise that never goes away. A bruise in your mind. You just got to be careful not to touch it where it hurts. It's always there, though.

You never get over it, but you get to where it doesn't bother you so much.

It was like autumn, looking at her. it was like driving up north to see the colors.

She held herself very straight, like Audrey Hepburn, whom all women idolize and men never think about.

When you travel, appreciate the culture of the people in the land.

The richest source of creation is feeling, followed by a vision of its meaning.

I'm a straight-talking person. Did I make mistakes, absolutely. But I enjoy being a straight-up guy today and in the future.

Challenging schools to treat their students as customers with a choice, instead of inmates serving time.

One beloved friend reflects the other in an open, trusting relationship.

Grace means that God already loves us as much as an infinite God can possibly love.

Was anything in the world truer than that intuitive leap of the heart?

Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to sit over here with my throbbing feet and bleed in silence until we get to our destination. (Syn)

We will never know how great God's love is until we first see how great our sin is.