It was odd to have something so personal out there in that way, but the good thing about art is that no one necessarily knows what you mean by it anyway.

It was strange, really. A couple months ago, I had thought I couldn’t live without him. Apparently I could.

I wondered if the person who really loves you is the person who knows all your stories, the person who WANTS to know all your stories.

Love stories are written in millimeters and milliseconds with a fast, dull pencil whose marks you can barely see, they are written in miles and eons with a chisel on the side of a mountiantop

It was funny how dad was more honest in a book that anyone in the world could pick up and read than he could be talking to me. Or maybe it was sad. One or the other. Sometimes it’s hard to tell.

I was crying a little for the boy I had wanted him to be and the boy he hadn’t turned out to be.

My heart was a little bit broken, but I still had to go to school. I buttoned my dress shirt over it and my winter coat, too. I hoped it didn't show too much.

Each period had required me to be a slightly different person, and that was exhausting. I wondered if school had always felt this way and whether it was like this for everone.

But then again, maybe 'I will' is nicer. It has the future in it. 'I do' just has the present.

But now, at this moment, you can't hook your boat to mine, 'cause I'm liable to sink us both. (222)

Hi there, " squeaked a precocious little voice, "you are speaking to Chloe Fusakawa, and I have just learned how to answer the phone.

My mother had morning sickness after I was born.

Compassion is one of the principal things that make our lives meaningful. It is the source of all lasting happiness and joy.

Cuz this is what happens when bad meets evil We hit the trees till we look like Vietnamese people

The moment one is on the side of life; peace and security drop out of consciousness. The only peace, the only security, is in fulfillment.

And your defect is a propensity to hate everybody." "And yours," he replied with a smile, "is willfully to misunderstand them.

I'm a weirdo that goes on stage to make strangers laugh, but if I wasn't working, I would just want to be with my wife and kids. I don't even think I'd want to go out to dinner.

At the cross in holy love God through Christ paid the full penalty of our disobedience himself.

A country without bordellos is like a house without bathrooms.

I came to New York and in only hours, New York did what it does to people: awakened the possibilities. Hope breaks out.

That's my feeling - that real God and religion are two different things and that religion is trying to obscure what God really is.