The last thing she'd wanted was anything as complicated as a relationship, for it felt as though there we're though complication in her life already.

Spending time with you showed me what I’ve been missing in my life.

How far should a person go in the name of true love?

How far would you go to keep the hope of love alive?

You gotta know when to be lazy. Done correctly, it's an art form that benefits everyone.

There were moments when it honestly seemed as if the world were conspiring against her.

He'd lived long enough to know that everyone handled grief in different ways, and little by little, they all seemed to accept their new lives.

The past was gone and the future had yet to unfold, and he knew he should focus his life on the present…yet his day-to-day existence suddenly struck him as endless and unbearable.

.. questions that had begun to creep into her thoughts whenever they we're together. When would he be ready? Would he ever be ready? And of course, why he wasn't ready?..

What can you do when you're condemned to a place where every choice seems wrong - even the one you promised your lover you'd make?

At times, it almost felt like I was destined to take the trip, like all the people I met had somehow been waiting for me

Suicides? Heart attacks? The papers didn't seem interested. The world was full of ways to die, too many to cover. Newsworthy deaths had to be exceptional. Most people go unobserved.

In this hour, I do not believe that any darkness will endure.

Three kinds of people get talked about: The fascinating, the freaks and the nefarious.

The fate of warnings in political affairs is to be futile when the recipient wishes otherwise.

You loved me as hard as you knew how. I'd give anything to go back and love you better...

He who loses sight of the word of God, falls into despair; the voice of heaven no longer sustains him; he follows only the disorderly tendency of his heart.

I am always surprised when people read double entendres into my innocuous babble.

It is perfectly easy to be original by violating the laws of decency and the canons of good taste.

That sorrow which is the harbinger of joy is preferable to the joy which is followed by sorrow.

I'm at a loss for words. But even my loss is amplified.