Everything in me feels fluttering and free, like I could take off from the ground at any second. Music, I think, he makes me feel like music.

Hope keeps you alive.

A good friend keeps your secrets for you. A best friend helps you keep your own secrets.

I guess that's what saying good-bye is always like--like jumping off an edge. The worst part is making the choice to do it. Once you're in the air, there's nothing you can do but let go.

I shiver, thinking how easy it is to be totally wrong about people-to see one tiny part of them and confuse it for the whole, to see the cause and think it's the effect or vice versa

Things change after you die, though, I guess because dying is the loneliest thing you can do.

How is it possible, I think, to change so much and not be able to change anything at all?

This is what happens when you try to help people. You get screwed.

Lindsay calls them the Pugs: pretty from far away, ugly up close.

And then, just at that moment, when I'm no longer sure if I'm dreaming or awake or walking some valley in between where everything you wish for comes true, I feel the flutter of his lips on mine.

Hunky Heroes, rescuing distressed women, captive princesses, and girls without wheels since 1684. p. 450

The greatest lesson of life is that you are responsible for your life.

We usually don't realize the thing that is defining our identity until that thing is taken away.

Brave men do not gather by thousands to torture and murder a single individual, so gagged and bound he cannot make even feeble resistance or defense.

A true friend never asks of you what they know you would never ask of them.

If we love something similar to ourselves, we endeavor, as far as we can, to bring it about that it should love us in return.

The atmosphere was wide open in those circles that we traveled in.

Braille is knowledge, and knowledge is power.

Every day you must try to make your own self-image grow; this you can do.

Loeb has been doing wonderfully patient work, exploring the American conscience from the inside. I regard him as something of a national treasure.

Those who judge children in their innocence, prove themselves the lesser of character and the greater of ignorance.