I think you forget that I'm still alive. It's like you don't expect me to keep on existing now that I'm not in your life every day.

Every time he left, I shattered apart.

I think we've grown so far apart, we don't even know each other anymore.

Our relationship was toxic. He was slowly poisoning me. I was slowly poisoning him.

We might be different people now. But he still knew me better than anyone else.

A woman might save him from a heart attack, but she'll kill him in every other way.

We're a mess, Kate.

I thought we were perfect for each other.""There's no such thing as perfect, " Eli commiserated.

On some deep, unconscious level, he had always known it to be true. He was an invention, a fictional character. Jacob Lightfoot didn't exist.

Hope:Belief in a bright future.

This is a wonderful way to celebrate an 80th birthday... I wanted to be 65 again, but they wouldn't let me - Homeland Security.

Why don't you have a cup of coffee at least? I, um, I'm a little low in sugar and I don't have any cream, but it's real coffee.

We have a God who delights in impossibilities.

You are a very interesting case, General. Do you know what fat file of evidence we have against you here?

If you feel alienated from people around you, it's because no one tries to understand you.

I'm truly grateful for my microwave, which allows me to easily clarify butter, steam vegetables, and - when I am really lazy - feed my three kids in less than five minutes.

When a story captures me, it comes quickly and easily.

Oblivion is not to be hired: The greater part must be content to be as though they had not been, to be found in the Register of God, not in the record of man.