I never understood why Clark Kent was so hell bent on keeping Lois Lane in the dark.

Don't you think it's better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life?

There is only one page left to write on. I will fill it with words of only one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.

It's hard being left behind. (...) It's hard to be the one who stays.

Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.

I won't ever leave you, even though you're always leaving me.

It’s dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing.

Why is love intensified by absence?

Think for a minute, darling: in fairy tales it's always the children who have the fine adventures. The mothers have to stay at home and wait for the children to fly in the window.

I think about my mother singing after lunch on a Summer afternoon, twirling in blue dress across the floor of her dressing room

‎I never wanted to have anything in my life that I couldn't stand losing. But it's too late for that.

It's not enough to listen to their words. You have to mine their silences for buried ore. It's often only in the lies that we refuse to speak that truth can be heard at all.

For once, the tears wouldn't come. She saw that Michael might have been right. It really could be too cold to snow.

There's a sense of knowing when to stop and take a break from things, to step back from the work you're making, and of changing things up to keep them interesting for yourself.

Cash or check?” he said cheekily. Even the dullest Ohio girls knew that bit of lingo: Kiss now or kiss later? “Bank’s closed, pal.

Nothing so tends to mask the face of God as religion; it can be a substitute for God himself.

Death, however long expected, is sudden at the last.

Never answer a hypothetical question.

Romance and poetry, ivy, lichens and wallflowers need ruin to make them grow.

I look at Bill Clinton, the way I look at Bill Gates. As long as my Microsoft stock is going up, I don't care what Bill Gates does in the privacy of his own home.

If fathers are sometimes sulky at the appearance of the destined son-in-law, is it not a fact that mothers become sentimental and, as it were, love their own loves over again.