Here is the cake, and here is the fork, and here's the desire to put it inside us, and then the question behind every question: What happens next?

If you love me, Henry, you don’t love me in a way I understand.

This is where the evening splits in half, Henry, love or death. Grab an end, pull hard, and make a wish.

Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.

I know history. There are many names in historybut none of them are ours.

Dear Forgiveness, you know that recentlywe have had our difficulties and there are many thingsI want to ask you.

We clutch our bellies and roll on the floor...When I say this, it should mean laughter, not poison.

There is an empty space next to you in the backseat of the station wagon. Make it the shape of everything you need. Now say hello.

Civilization is just a slow process of learning to be kind.

Well, I guess I am about the livest dead man you ever saw; although I was once asked to accept a coffin.

We cannot lead a choiceless life. Every day, every moment, every second, there is a choice. If it were not so, we would not be individuals.

I don't want you fellows sitting around asking me what to do. I want you to tell me what to do.

Do not let yourself be tainted with a barren skepticism.

I was shy. Bookish. The kind of 13-year-old girl who, instead of having a boyfriend, would have a crush on a dead, 19th-century author!

I am an old man but in many senses a very young man. And this is what I want you to be, young, young all your life.

God is not calling us to work for Him. He is calling us to walk with Him.

There is only one thing about which I am certain, and this is that there is very little about which one can be certain

There is a beginning. There is no beginning of that beginning ... There is something. There is nothing.