Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.

The first time he'd held her hand, it felt so good that it crowded out all the bad things. It felt better than anything had ever hurt.

It was the nicest thing she could imagine. It made her want to have his babies and give him both of her kidneys.

My girlfriend is sad and quiet and keeps me up all night worrying about her.

Don't bite his face, Eleanor told herself. It's disturbing and needy and never happens in situation comedies or movies that end with big kisses.

Everytime, he breaks your heart. And everytime, he expects me to pick up the pieces.

Can't you just like a girl who likes you back?''None of them likes me back. I may as well like the one I really want.

She wanted to lose herself in him. To tie his arms around her like a tourniquet.If she showed him how much she needed him, he'd run away.

If you can’t save your own life, is it even worth saving?

There's no reason to think we're going to stop loving each other, ' he said. 'And there's every reason to think that we won't.

I'm ending this.''No. Come on. It's not worth it.''You are, ' he said fiercely, looking at her.'You're worth it.

You can't insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it.

The people really are what make New York City great.

In history-as-politics, the 'future' is that vacuum in time waiting to be filled with the antics of statesmen.

Like fingerprints, all marriages are different.

Style in painting is the same as in writing,-a power over materials, whether words or colors.

At a time when political correctness is valued over honesty I would also like to say right on motherfuckers!

Mother and daughter like spoons in a drawer.

His kiss held his heart. It broke hers.

Memory is a net: one that finds it full of fish when he takes it from the brook, but a dozen miles of water have run through it without sticking.

If the way of heaven be narrow, it is not long; and if the gate be straight, it opens into endless life.