He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder he became, the more he melted.

A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.

Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day.

If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter.

Often I wish this would all be over, Liesel, but then somehow you do something like walk down the basement steps with a snowman in your hands.

I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.

I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that's where they begin. Their great skills is their capacity to escalate.

No matter how many times she was told that she was loved, there was no recognition that the proof was in the abandonment.

It was the beginning of the greatest Christmas ever. Little food. No presents. But there was a snowman in their basement.

As always, one of her books was next to her.

If you can't imagine it, think clumsy silence. Think bits and pieces of floating despair. And drowning in a train.

Do what is right, not what is important.

To create is to boggle the mind and alter the mood. Once the urge has surged it maintains its own momentum. We may go along for the ride but when we attempt to steer the course the momentum dies.

Faith is nothing else than trust in the divine mercy promised in Christ.

Government should stay the hell out of people's business.

I think that work has been the key for me. Just like they say shooting will become easy if you just keep working at it, well, I love the dribble game-that brings excitement to the game.

I mean, the Obama position has been, "We think government ought to be spending this money, not the people who earn it."

One rogue leads another.

My body takes me everywhere easily and effortlessly.

I've never made a mistake. I've only learned from experience.

Yon grey lines That fret the clouds are messengers of day.