I was young once and slender and pretty and I made the most of it. It's somebody else's turn now.

For better or for worse, but not for lunch, ...

It ended sadly. The kind of ending where you wait together, holding hands and weeping, while off in another room, love slowly dies.

After all, there are those people we like and dislike, there are those people we love, and then there are those we recognize. These are the unbreakable connections.

Once upon a time, when I was young, his forgetting might have rendered my memory meaningless. I no longer require so much from life.

You had a certain way of saying my name. It was the inflection maybe, something you put into those three syllables. And now you are gone and my name is just my name again, not the story of my life.

He remembers what I forget and I remember what he forgets. It's too late for either of us to make another old friend.

Napping is divine, but I no longer have all the time in the world.

When one writer tries to silence another, he silences every writer-and in the end he also silences himself.

I sighed and deleted the message, imagining the dirty clothes multiplying like rabbits, because that’s what they do when I’m not around.

I had to be alone for a little while, but I'm okay now." "All right. But next time, don't go where I can't find you.

The deeper you go the more likely you will discover something of value

Above all, the only thing you have to heal is the present thought. Get that right and the whole picture will change into one of harmony and joy.

Man, a hybrid of plant and ghost.

My parents are the last of the middle class. My father worked for the government designing sea mines. My mother was a substitute teacher. Together, they worked really only until they were sixty.

I grant you that frustration is a very mild form of fear, yet it is fear nonetheless.

We are not as strong as technology's pull.

Well, I'm a Catholic by birth and you can never shed it.