It's love. But it's a different kind, ""Doesn't make it any less love, though.

Because sometimes there are problems bigger than this week’s end of the world and sometimes you just have to find the extraordinary in your ordinary life.

We share out craziness, our neuroses, our little bit of screwed-up-ness that comes from our family. We share it. And it feels like love.

But when you choose your family, you get to choose how it is between you, too.

Funny how you can forget that every family isn't like yours.

What happens to you when you get older? Do you just forget everything from before you turned eighteen? Do you make yourself forget?

It'll make you look rugged, ' Mel says.'Because I woke up this morning, ' I say, 'and the one thing I realized I lacked was ruggedness.

I don't want to die. I want to live. I want to live long enough so I can really live.

I love that you're worried, ' she says, 'but you're worried about all the wrong things.

We're each other's questions, aren't we? The question that never gets an answer.

If you're too specific, people will purposely mishear you so they can be outraged about whatever thing that usually outrages them.

Some of Bay's fondest memories were of lying under the apple tree in the summer while Claire gardened and the apple tree tossed apples at her like a dog trying to coax its owner into playing catch.

Knowledge once gained casts a light beyond its own immediate boundaries.

We been on the road for 18 hours... I need a bath, some chow... and then you and me sit down, and we talk about who dies,eh?

Most artists work all the time, they do actually, especially good artists, they work all the time, what else is there to do? I mean you do.

Growing up in Vermont, no matter what I did, I didnt get much recognition.

Everybody needs four things in life: Something to do, someone to love, someone to believe in and something to hope for.

Hate today, no love for tomorrow

How to explain? How to describe? Even the omniscient viewpoint quails.

You've got to appreciate the things that come from the art of the Negro and from the heart of the man farthest down.