If anything was, that the world will always--it can only--disappoint.

There was something horribly depressing, she felt, about watching the weather report. That life could be planned like the perfect summer picnic drained it of spontaneity.

The map was just an accessory. She knew exactly where she was.

She was not brokenhearted because the relationship had ended suddenly; she was brokenhearted because it had never truly ended.

And she had been in love enough times to rule out the possibility that this was merely some feat of nostalgia.

Time passed at an accelerated pace. They could be sitting in traffic or talking on the phone or waiting in line for a movie, and their time felt precious, important, worthwhile.

Was it possible there was some fatal flaw in their matching, that they were ultimately, impossibly different--dissimilar enough to fall in love, but too fundamentally distinct to stay together?

The tragedy of this world is that no one is happy, whether stuck in a time of pain or joy.

The idea of a library full of books, the books full of knowledge, fills me with fear and love and courage and endless wonder.

Don't buy the house buy the neighborhood.

Destructors for virtual base classes are executed in the reverse order of their appearance in a depth-first left-to-right traversal of the directed acyclic graph of base classes.

I have no objections to churches so long as they do not interfere with God's work.

I always say you've only got one life to live, and you're not promised a tomorrow. So, you might as well just have a good time with it.

It was a bit of a surprise for us that we had problems in Hungary. But in reality, I think the car could have been pretty competitive with a trouble-free race.

At home we're the hosts, and I never liked the idea of being embarrassed in front of our friends.

One step at a time is enough for me. Impatience is simply a way of beating yourself up.

Im still betting on you. - Cinna.