I mean, it's not surprising, really. Once you love something, you always love it in some way. You have to. It's, like, part of you for good.

Accepting all the good and bad about someone. It's a great thing to aspire to. The hard part is actually doing it.

It wasn't about being happy or unhappy. I just didn't want to be me anymore.

It was amazing how you could get so far from where you'd planned, and yet find it was exactly were you needed to be.

All those clean, fresh starts had made me forget what it was like, until now, to be messy and honest and out of control. To be real.

You asked me to go out with you. I know you probably changed your mind. But you should know, the answer was yes. It's always been yes when it comes to you.

Yeah. I mean, acknowledging is easy. Something happened or it didn't. But understanding... that's where things get sticky.

It was kind of soothing, these sounds of lives being lived all around me, for better or for worse. And there I was, in the middle of them all, newly reborn and still waiting for mine to begin.

You could just tell when a person belonged somewhere. That is something you can't fake, no matter how hard you try

I mean, it's impossible to fake anything if you've already seen the other person in a way they'd never choose for you to. You can't go back from that.

You want to take me to a movie?" I asked. "Well, not really, " he said. "What I really want is for you to be my girlfriend. But I thought saying that might scare you off.

I go silent so I can write. When my tongue is wagging my fingers are silent.

A father is a reality-concealing machine, a machine for dishing up lies to kids, and that isn't even the worst of it: secretly he believes that he represents reality.

A lot of people mistake having some degrees with being educated. Most degrees are nothing but certifications for higher paying jobs.

This woman gained comfort in her misery by thinking GREAT THOUGHTS OF CHRIST.

Hey, size works against excellence.

Robert Benchley has a style that is weak and lies down frequently to rest.

It's just that romance, with its dips and turns and glooms and highs, its swoops and swoons and blues, is a natural metaphor for music itself

That's also one of the reasons I haven't found a man - he has to get past the other girls first and they are very picky!

I said yes, which turned out to be the right answer.

Dare to think for yourself.