I get out of the car, and I'm blasted by the stench of body odor. Cricket is beside me, and he's talking, but his words don't reach my ears.Because it's my mother.Smelling.On my porch.

I don't believe in fashion. I believe in costume. Life is too short to be same person every day.

Everyone makes mistakes. The important thing is to not make the same mistake twice.

I look at you, and I think about you, and ... I don't know. No one has ever confounded me the way you do.

It's become impossible to deny he means something to me.

Life isn’t about what you get, it’s about what you DO with what you get.

What...what about when I'm married?”“We'll buy a cot. Your husband can sleep on that when he visits.

Cricket Bell.” I smiled into my phone. “How did you get so wise?

Thank you for helping my sister, ” he says.I lean forward, mimicking his position. “I’m happy to.”Calliope leans out her window. “STOP FLIRTING AND GET BACK TO WORK.

Andy once clipped a magazine article about how black dogs are always the last to be adopted at shelters and, therefore, more likely to be put down. Which is totally Dog Racism, if you ask me.

So why did he do it?"Cricket rakes a hand through his hair. "For the same reason everyone makes mistakes. He fell in love.

One should either be sad or joyful. Contentment is a warm sty for eaters and sleepers.

Won't you help to sing these songs of freedom? 'Cause all I ever have… redemption songs; redemption songs.

I can get motivated seeing a kid at my sons school overcome a learning disability.

But my Arabic is pretty good. It's good enough to have conversations with people, to understand what they say, to understand what they're feeling.

It's amazing what happens when you put your interests out into the universe and make it known what you want.

Daydreaming subverts the world.

I think it's [concern about global warming] mainly just like little kids locking themselves in dark closets to see how much they can scare each other and themselves.

No society is healthy which tells its members to take no thought of the morrow because the state underwrites their future.

Our human knowledge is a candle burnt On a dim altar to a sun-vast Truth.

Then love-devouring Death do what he dare.