I have so much paperwork. I'm afraid my paperwork has paperwork.

You know everything you need to know about a person from the answer to the question, What is your favorite book?

I can promise you books and conversation and all my heart.

It was strange, really. A couple months ago, I had thought I couldn’t live without him. Apparently I could.

Diving is a leap of faith plus gravity.

We are not quite novels. We are not quite short stories. In the end, we are collected works

We aren't the things we collect, acquire, read. We are, for as long as we are here, only love. The things we loved. The people we loved. And these, I think these really do live on.

Let's stay young forever. Young, stupid, and pretty. Sounds like a plan, don't you think?

Death is a state of mind---many people on Earth spend their entire lives dead.

They should tell you when you’re born: have a suitcase heart, be ready to travel.

In the end, the end of a life only matters to friends, family, and other folks you used to know. For everyone else, it's just another end.

People shout when they don't have the vocabulary to whisper.

I hate traveling and being away from my family. But I like meeting my readers, as what I write is actualized in them. Those encounters are exhilarating to me.

During the age of Atlantis, the low population density and the resulting purity of the earth's aura, made conditions ideal for discovering secret meditation techniques.

I will have reached the point of greatest strength once I have learned to wait for hope.

Detective, I don't know where the boyfriend is, really," I said. And it was true, considering tide, current, and the habits of marine scavengers. -Dexter

The line between being a nurturing parent and an over-bearing, damaging parent is one that's very delicate.

Recite your Rosary with faith, with humility, with confidence, and with perseverance.

The Exodus from Egypt occurs in every human being, in every era, in every year, and in every day.

Inscribe all human effort with one word, artistry's haunting curse, the Incomplete!

I wish emotional bruises healed like physical ones.