I ... am left with the lingering feeling that the places we go in our minds to find comfort have little to do with where our bodies go.

People have to snatch at happiness when they can, in this world. It is always easier to lose than to find...

Something inexorable seeds itself in the place of your origin. You can never escape the bonds of family history, no matter how far you travel.

It's painful to hold out hope for the things that once brought you joy. You have to find ways to make yourself forget.

My heart is shattered, an all that's left are jagged shards.

I remember her words to me when I left school: Your mind will be your comfort. It is, sometimes. And sometimes it isn't.

I couldn't have imagined how much more there was to lose.

The older I get, the more I believe that the greatest kindness is acceptance.

To get it all done I have to dim my brain, turn it down by notches like the flat-turn knob on a gas lantern, leaving only a nub of flame.

Do our natures dictate the choices we make, I wonder, or do we choose to live a certain way because of circumstances beyond our control?

This life of ours can feel an awful lot like waiting.

Always try and be a better person than you were yesterday, cause we aren't guaranteed tomorrow.

His body jerks twice as the bullets hit him. I scream, but no sound leaves my mouth. I'm frozen in pure terror.

The problem with being a leader is that you're never sure if you're being followed or chased.

On her one glance upwards, enough paintings are created by heavenly maidens on the magical canvas of god.

The primordial sea indefatigably repeats the same words and casts up the same astonished beings on the same sea-shore.

Idleness induces caprice.

Seeing an Earl as an owl on a mantelpiece, and having part of one's face removed by a cat, both on the same morning, can temporarily undermine the self-control of any man.

Live this day as if it will be your last. Remember that you will only find "tomorrow" on the calendars of fools.

He squeezes my hand, and my heart punches against my ribs. It's just like pain, this pleasure.

The discussing the characters and foibles of common friends is a great sweetness and cement of friendship.