It's like geographical humor. You just don't get it unless you were there.

What’s the difference between a trip and a journey?" "Narnie, my love, when we get there, you’ll understand.

What do you want from me?" he asks. What I want from every person in my life, I want to tell him. More.

Hold my hand because I might disappear.

But grief makes a monster out of us sometimes . . . and sometimes you say and do things to the people you love that you can't forgive yourself for.

Do you think people have noticed that I'm around?" "I notice when you're not. Does that count?

No," I say, looking up at Griggs. "It's actually because my heart belongs to someone else." And if I could bottle the look on his face, I'd keep it by my bedside for the rest of my life.

The truth doesn't set you free, you know. It makes you feel awkward and embarrassed and defenseless and red in the face and horrified and petrified and vulnerable.

I think if I'm ever asked to recall what Year 12 was all about, I'll remember it as one big cappuccino experience.

It's like you have a plan and someone comes along and makes you want to change it all, but you still like your first plan, no matter how fantastic the second one makes you feel.

Maybe memories should be left the way they are.

Laws alone can not secure freedom of expression

It is a fundamental misperception, " Fouts says to me, "to think human life has more value than any other life form.

Diane Cluck is a virtuosic talent with an emotionality that feels at once ancient and alien. Her mastery of her voice as an ecstatic instrument is so compelling.

Five hundred years from now, who'll know the difference?!

After all it is those who have a deep and real inner life who are best able to deal with the irritating details of outer life.

My father was never around. But I glorified my father, and I was always daddy's little girl. He was my first soccer coach.

Teach us by your lives.

Generally, if you preface an interview request with, 'I'm an author writing a book,' for some reason, that seems to open a lot of doors.

All places are filled with fools. [Lat., Stultorum plenea sunt omnia.]

The future is a choice between Utopia and oblivion.