Omnia Mutantur, Nihil Interit. 'Everything changes, but nothing is truly lost.

That which is dreamed can never be lost, can never be undreamed.

Charitably... I think... sometimes, perhaps, one must change or die. And, in the end, there were, perhaps, limits to how much he could let himself change.

Nobody died. how can you kill an idea? How can you kill the personification of an action?""Then what died? who are you mourning?""A point of view.

The bonds of family bind us up, support us, help us. And they are also a bond from which it is difficult, perhaps impossible to extricate oneself.

But we do not need to recount every sermon and eulogy. After all, you were there.

I've been absolutely terrified every moment of my life—and I've never let it keep me from doing a single thing I wanted to do.

Wishing for something doesn’t mean you should have it, and saying something doesn’t necessarily make it true.

He that increaseth knowledge increascth sorrow.

I'm a dirt bag rock and roller. I want to represent that before anything else

Motherhood has been an exercise in guilt.

Isn't this the best part of breakin' up? Finding someone else you can't get enough of. Someone who wants to be with you, too.

Warfare ... is just an invention, older and more widespread than the jury system, but none the less an invention.

Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?

Writing is writing, and stories are stories. Perhaps the only true genres are fiction and nonfiction. And even there, who can be sure?

Something of the severe hath always been appertaining to order and to grace; and the beauty that is not too liberal is sought the most ardently, and loved the longest.