He dropped his head and kissed her. He kisses her and it was a kiss of utter certainty, the kind of kiss during which monarchs die and whole continents fall without your even noticing.

Because even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, if you still had your mother or father at your back, you'd be okay.

The triumph of hope over experience.

All Chelsea's internet dates were gorgeous. Until she met them.

They were like animals, men. They found too much eye contact threatening.

She was always tired, these days. She put on one of those smiles that wasn’t really a smile at all, and they went on.

Real friends were the kind where you pick up where you’d left off, whether it be a week since you’d seen each other or two years.

Kind eyes under all the mascara.

A face whose emotions had not yet been battered by experience.

Because even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, if you still had your mother or father at your back, you’d be okay.

She had the world’s worst poker face: her feelings floated across them like reflections on a still pond.

If words come alive on the page, the writer succeeds in connecting to the reader.

This was in the good old days, when monsters were fantasy.

Such is my experience - not that I ever mourned the loss of a child, but that I consider myself as lost!

Words are feminine; deeds are masculine.

There's so much music out there & so many possibilities. I like anyone who plays any instrument.

I wasn't hired to be a moral judge. I wasn't hired to be a preacher or an evangelist. I'm hired to apply the law.

The secret of achievement is to hold a picture of a successful outcome in mind.

I have not heard from President Barack. I've never gotten a phone call.

Do you know that I am afraid that good people do a great deal of harm in this world? Certainly the greatest harm they do is that they make badness of such extraordinary importance.