Happyish. Well, happyish isn't so bad.''It's the most we can hope for.

You can live your whole life not realizing that what you're looking for is right in front of you.

This is where it all begins. Everything starts here, today.

No, friends were like clothes: fine while they lasted but eventually they wore thin or you grew out of them.

The true writer, the born writer, will scribble words on scraps of litter, the back of a bus tickets, on the wall of a cell.

Dexter, I love you so much. So, so much, and I probably always will. I just don't like you anymore. I'm sorry.

Call me sentimental, but there's no-one in the world that I'd like to see get dysentery more than you

You're gorgeous, you old hag, and if I could give you just one gift ever for the rest of your life it would be this. Confidence. It would be the gift of confidence. Either that or a scented candle

A moment passed, perhaps half a second when their faces said what they felt, and then Emma was smiling, laughing, her arms around his neck.

If you're my friend I should be able to talk to you but I can't, and if I can't talk to you, well, what is the point of you? Of us?

Maybe we've grown out of each other.

In secret we met -In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive.If I should meet theeAfter long years, How should I greet thee? -With silence and tears

until we do what has not yet been done, what has not been done shall remain undone

Heavenly Father, thank you for the blessing that you bestow upon me daily.

You? Nervous? Man, you've got more balls than any girl I've ever known!' 'You've known some weird girls, then, " I say, raising an eyebrow at him.

Freedom is an unprovable but unavoidable presupposition, not an article of faith.

When I was a child I had something called Perthes' Disease which meant I was on crutches, so I was bullied at school and all that sort of stuff.

To understand ourself, we must understand our "selves," or the parts of us that motivate our thoughts, decisions, and behaviors.

Now let's try that again. Ask my wife nice, and maybe I'll let you sleep in the same bed as your teeth tonight.

I have discovered the secret formula for a carefree old age: iycri = fi (if you can't recall it, forget it).

I've found it easier to write, to coalesce my thoughts, since having children. It brings you back to what you experienced yourself as a child, and you empathize with what your parents went through.