Hunky Heroes, rescuing distressed women, captive princesses, and girls without wheels since 1684. p. 450

Hope keeps you alive.

A good friend keeps your secrets for you. A best friend helps you keep your own secrets.

I guess that's what saying good-bye is always like--like jumping off an edge. The worst part is making the choice to do it. Once you're in the air, there's nothing you can do but let go.

I shiver, thinking how easy it is to be totally wrong about people-to see one tiny part of them and confuse it for the whole, to see the cause and think it's the effect or vice versa

Things change after you die, though, I guess because dying is the loneliest thing you can do.

How is it possible, I think, to change so much and not be able to change anything at all?

This is what happens when you try to help people. You get screwed.

Lindsay calls them the Pugs: pretty from far away, ugly up close.

Everything in me feels fluttering and free, like I could take off from the ground at any second. Music, I think, he makes me feel like music.

And then, just at that moment, when I'm no longer sure if I'm dreaming or awake or walking some valley in between where everything you wish for comes true, I feel the flutter of his lips on mine.

Instead, we'd do what we always did, the only thing we'd ever been dependably stellar at: we'd read.

You are what you think. Before you succeed physically, it had been done mentally. The hometown of both victory and defeat is the mind of a person.

A lovely horse is always an experience.... It is an emotional experience of the kind that is spoiled by words.

For one man is my world of all the men this wide world holds; O love, my world is you.

A circle swoop, and a quick parabola under the bridge arches Where light pushes through; A sudden turning upon itself of a thing in the air. A dip to the water.

On immigration, there are a lot of hurdles before anything arrives at the White House.

The idol in the temple is not God. But since God resides in every atom, He resides in that idol too.

In the application of the method of non-violence, one must believe in the possibility of every person, however depraved, being reformed under humane and skilled treatment.

Leave me in a room with some crayons and I'll draw on the wall.

I'm pretty cerebral, so I can occasionally rationalize emotional pain away, but when I can't, that's when I start to feel the fire inside take over and somehow manage to power through.