I am too nervous to eat pie.

there isn't enough of anything as long as we live. But at intervals a sweetness appears and, given a chance prevails.

Life and death matters, yes. And the question of how to behave in this world, how to go in the face of everything. Time is short and the water is rising.

That's all we have, finally, the words, and they had better be the right ones.

Write about what you know, and what do you know better than your own secrets?

And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth.

I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.

It ought to make us feel ashamed when we talk like we know what we're talking about when we talk about love.

The places where water comes together with other water. Those places stand out in my mind like holy places.

Dreams, you know, are what you wake up from.

But I can hardly sit still. I keep fidgeting, crossing one leg and then the other. I feel like I could throw off sparks, or break a window--maybe rearrange all the furniture.

Take practical and rational steps in maximizing your time

Brother, when beauty falls into your hand, you hold on to it while you can. You could be dead tomorrow.Well, that’s... inspiring.

I loved the way he kissed me, as if he had to, as if he'd go crazy if he didn't and had nearly waited too long.

You make it sound so simple.It is, for the most part. Love is complicated, it can be downright ugly, but with the two of you it can be nothing but beautiful in the end.

You're a beautiful and wonderful and sensual and strong golden fawn, she says, followed by That was supposed to say "my best friend, " but my phone...

Science gives us a powerful vocabulary, and it is impossible to produce a vocabulary with which one can only say nice things.

He who wishes to be obeyed must know how to command.

"Our experience of the world is being impoverished to the extent that it is being rendered artificial and prepackaged."

You know love is everything you say A whisper, a word Promises you give You feel it in the heartbeat of the day You know this is the way love is

Every single line means something.