I was crying a little for the boy I had wanted him to be and the boy he hadn’t turned out to be.

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

I wondered if the person who really loves you is the person who knows all your stories, the person who WANTS to know all your stories.

Love stories are written in millimeters and milliseconds with a fast, dull pencil whose marks you can barely see, they are written in miles and eons with a chisel on the side of a mountiantop

It was odd to have something so personal out there in that way, but the good thing about art is that no one necessarily knows what you mean by it anyway.

It was funny how dad was more honest in a book that anyone in the world could pick up and read than he could be talking to me. Or maybe it was sad. One or the other. Sometimes it’s hard to tell.

My heart was a little bit broken, but I still had to go to school. I buttoned my dress shirt over it and my winter coat, too. I hoped it didn't show too much.

Each period had required me to be a slightly different person, and that was exhausting. I wondered if school had always felt this way and whether it was like this for everone.

But then again, maybe 'I will' is nicer. It has the future in it. 'I do' just has the present.

But now, at this moment, you can't hook your boat to mine, 'cause I'm liable to sink us both. (222)

Hi there, " squeaked a precocious little voice, "you are speaking to Chloe Fusakawa, and I have just learned how to answer the phone.

Wait and wait. Most people's lives are spent waiting.

No man can take your freedom from you. They can limit your mobility, but that's about all they can do

It was almost forbidden in the Soviet Union to study the New Economic Policy.

But you must remember, my fellow-citizens, that eternal vigilance by the people is the price of liberty, and that you must pay the price if you wish to secure the blessing.

A teacher is never too smart to learn from his pupils.

I ride horses once in a while, but Im no expert. I hold on for dear life.

I believe people can change, but only for the worse

Deep assignments run through all our lives; there are no coincidences.

Television has created a nation of news junkies who tune in every night to get their fix on the world.

If my serenade of song and story should serve as a pillow for some composer's head, as yet perhaps unborn, to dream and build on our fond melodies in his tomorrow, I have not labored in vain.