It's easy to feel equal to wanting. It's rare to feel equal to having.

Grief moves us like love. Grief is love, I suppose. Love as a backwards glance.

Love is not a good thing, I've decided. It just makes you afraid you'll lose what you love, and then, because your fear makes a space for that to happen, it does. What's the point?

Every story is a story about death. But perhaps, if we are lucky, our story about death is also a story about love.

I like being mistaken for someone useful.

Who? Mr. Dalton has his hand firmly on Grace's elbow, as though she can't manoeuvre herself through the blockade of tables and chairs.She could fly right through you, thinks Jack.

Dark is just light turned inside out, thinks Maddy. Why be afraid of that?

In the end, I will have to make a choice about how to tell my story....There has to be a moment of going forward, when all the possibilities are left behind.

With her right index finger she slowly spells words on Grace's skin.Don't let me go crazy.The moon is pale and vast. The stars so sharp they almost hurt.

The moon's a crazy sweetheart.

Our hearts, the war.Her body, the battlefield.

You know what is beautiful? A real conversation with a real person.

I thought you had forgotten me.”“I have spent my life remembering you.

Central and western Pennsylvania has one of the best workforces in the country and this will provide job training, new skills and additional resources for those trying to find a job.

Alas! never had I loved him so well!

I mean, any time an actress gets to work with another actress, it’s like, “Oh, there are two of us in a movie! How are you? Let’s sit in the hair chair together!” We’re lonely, women.

They say if one understands himself, he understands all people. But I say to you, when one loves people, he learns something about himself.

Dinah had all the class.

We must stop viewing ourselves as separate and disconnected from the rest of life, as if we are a special case and the laws of nature or karma do not apply to us.

We cannot afford to raise any institution to the rank of a fetish. To do so would be simply to become the slaves of our own machinery.