It was amazing how you could get so far from where you'd planned, and yet find it was exactly were you needed to be.

Accepting all the good and bad about someone. It's a great thing to aspire to. The hard part is actually doing it.

It wasn't about being happy or unhappy. I just didn't want to be me anymore.

I mean, it's not surprising, really. Once you love something, you always love it in some way. You have to. It's, like, part of you for good.

All those clean, fresh starts had made me forget what it was like, until now, to be messy and honest and out of control. To be real.

You asked me to go out with you. I know you probably changed your mind. But you should know, the answer was yes. It's always been yes when it comes to you.

Yeah. I mean, acknowledging is easy. Something happened or it didn't. But understanding... that's where things get sticky.

It was kind of soothing, these sounds of lives being lived all around me, for better or for worse. And there I was, in the middle of them all, newly reborn and still waiting for mine to begin.

You could just tell when a person belonged somewhere. That is something you can't fake, no matter how hard you try

I mean, it's impossible to fake anything if you've already seen the other person in a way they'd never choose for you to. You can't go back from that.

You want to take me to a movie?" I asked. "Well, not really, " he said. "What I really want is for you to be my girlfriend. But I thought saying that might scare you off.

Grace is giving yourself a free pass and realizing that it isn't free at all.

The past does not exist unless you carry the remains of it with you.

I'm trying to get some building work done at the moment, quite seriously. Be careful.

Sometimes we stare so long at a door that is closing that we see too late the one that is open.

I think an awful lot of the diplomatic problems that exist in the world come from people assuming that their society is the one with a purchase on truth.

Humanity is made up of an infinity of different individuals. Each of us travels for motives exclusively his own.

Only one man has the right to boast, and that's the man who never does.

There's no "right way" to garden, only what suits each person and place.

For the sake of a dying, suffering world count the cost, pay the price and set the captives free

The Sixties, of course, was the worst time in the world to try and bring up a child. They were exposed to all these crazy things going on.