It was the first time that we had sort of articulated our major problem. She wanted to die and I wanted her to live and we were enemies who loved each other.

Is it wrong to trust in a beautiful lie if it helps you get through life?

I learned another thing, which is that just because someone is eating the ashes of your protagonist doesn't mean you stop telling the story.

There are no windows within the dark house of depression through which to see others, only mirrors.

Conversing with children is a fine art.... An art form that demands large amounts of both honesty and misdirection. Or maybe discretion is a better word.

Her faith in a loving and forgiving God is strong, but she worships laughter.

It’s hard to grieve in a town where everything that happens is God’s will. It’s hard to know what to do with your emptiness when you’re not supposed to have emptiness.

It's raining questions around here. A person could drown in them.

But love, like a mushroom high compared with the buzz from cheap weed, outlasts grief.

I love road trips. You get into this Zen rhythm; throw sense of time out the window.

A few weeks ago my uncle came over to borrow my dad's socket set and when he asked my dad how he was my dad said oh unexceptional. Living quietly with my disappointments. And how are you

It’s one thing to fall in love. It’s another to feel someone else fall in love with you, and to feel a responsibility toward that love.

Resolutely train yourself to attain peace.

Is that vodka?" Margarita asked weakly.The cat jumped up in his seat with indignation."I beg pardon, my queen, " he rasped, "Would I ever allow myself to offer vodka to a lady? This is pure alcohol!

I'm with a man who's evolved enough to look at my body and see it as more beautiful because of the journey it has taken.

O loss of sight, of thee I most complain! Blind among enemies, O worse than chains, Dungeon, or beggary, or decrepit age!

Poetry springs from something deeper; it's beyond intelligence.

The worst of all human ailments: indecision.

Love, a pleasant folly; ambition, a serious stupidity.

We live but for a short time, we see but very little, and we know almost nothing; so, at least, let's do some dreaming. Have yourself a very good Sunday, my dear readers.

Buildings are forms of performances.