I love you," you said, simple as anything.

And it's hard to hate someone once you understand them.

The people we care for aren't always the one we should

How long will you keep me?" I asked. You shrugged. "Forever, of course.

You saw me before I saw you. You had that look in your eyes, as if you wanted something. Wanted it for a long time.

Those blue, blue eyes, icy blue, looking back at me as if I could warm them up. They’re pretty powerful, you know, those eyes, pretty beautiful, too.

Far, far away something made a single ghostly howl, like a banshee in the dark.

It was like I existed in a kind of parallel universe, thinking thoughts and feelings that no one else understood.

Nobody's bought this land. And no one's going to want it either. It's dying land, lonely land." "Like me, then," I said. "Yes, like you." You chewed the corner of your lip. "You both need saving.

Because it's magic, this place . . . beautiful. And you're beautiful . . . beautifully separate. It all fits.

I craved your warmth. I hugged myself, rubbing my fingers up and down. I guess people are like insects sometimes, drawn to heat, A kind of infra-red longing.

...it was actually the first time I’ve been shot at.” “Congrats? It’s New Orleans. I’m sure that won’t be the last, though it doesn’t sound like something to put on a cake.” “Greetin’ card either.

You know, the world is all about balance. You lose something here... maybe somebody else picks it up over there.

You shouldn’t ask a question until you are sure you want to hear the answer.

It's enough to indulge and to be selfish but true happiness is really when you start giving back.

I always trust my gut reaction it's always right.

Every professional athlete owes a debt of gratitude to the fans and management, and pays an installment every time he plays. He should never miss a payment.

I'm a baseball freak.

Our food system takes abundant grain,which people can't afford,and shrinks it into meat,which better-off people will pay for.

Believe it or not, that was the first time I recognized that in some ways she was just like the rest of us.

Each time I wake,I think, At last, this is over, but it isn't.