I barely brushed towards her cheek as I moved towards her mouth, her nails tickled my chest, driving me insane. Kissing her became my single reason for breathing.

Sometimes life happens.

I love you enough to never make you choose.

That must be love: when everything else in the world could implode and you wouldn't care as long as you had that one person standing beside you.

Jocks usually aren't smart. Their muscles feast on their brains.

I must have killed a lot of cows in a past life for Karma to hate me this much.

But then again, I shouldn't judge. That is, after all, my pet peeve.

I need you.""I'm here."And we sit in silence.

Anyone who ever makes you the slightest bit uncomfortable, Breanna, you tell one of us. You're with Razor, which means you're family.

The worst moments are when my entire family is in the same room. With the people I should love the most surrounding me, I feel the most alone.

Breathing became a painful chore. Her lips turned down while her warm fingers caressed my cheek. That touch typically brought me to my knees, but now it cut me

All death reminds us that nothing is promised, only that life was worth it.

Lament invoked love.Woe invoked wonder.Grief invoked grace.Cry invoked celebration.(Page 80)

And there, on that road, that very minute, he started to play - the most lonesome music that them priests ever in their lives heard. It brought water out o' their teeth, so it did.

My daughter emails me. When your daughter starts to email you instead of talk to you... It's horrible. You cannot forget human communication.

In every culture and in every medical tradition before ours, healing was accomplished by moving energy.

He once told me that an August evening was "as hot as three toads in a Cuisinart," a comparison that left me blinking two days later.

The growth of wisdom may be gauged exactly by the diminution of ill-temper.

I am Zarathustra the Godless: where shall I find my equal? All those who give themselves their own will and renounce all submission, they are my equals.

Women ... I mean, they are the other half of the sky, and without them there is nothing. And without us there's nothing. There's only the two together creating children, creating society.

If I wanted to write, I had to be willing to develop a kind of concentration found mostly in people awaiting execution. I had to learn technique and surrender my ignorance.