The messages must be stuck somewhere in the tube of light underneath the ocean that connects London and New York.

It never ceased to amaze me how she just had the facts always, in her head. It occured to me that if, or when, she died, a whole load of facts, a body of knowledge, might disappear without a trace.

The sharp, superficial pain at being spoken to unkindly had obscured the deeper pain, which had not yet turned into something hard and heavy.

Mizuko loved reading the dictionary. She liked it when there were multiple meanings for words and when opposite meanings could be contained.

Waking in the morning, I had to remember grief all over again. It was sunny, a white winter sun, and that made me sad.

Well, then, what's the plan now? You can't stay here forever.'My plan was indeed to stay there forever.

My ability to make up lies on the spot chills me as much as it saves me.

I felt the nauseous shiver in my stomach—everything from rage to empathy to morning sickness—that I had grown used to and now thought of as being love.

Email is the scourge of our age, ' said Silvia. 'Email and cancer.

I was on the sidewalk, buffering, wondering if it was okay to follow people in real life.

No order, no pattern, just chaos. Lots of little universes separated by invisible screens . . .

As long as you try to think intelligently, you have missed the point.

Married life is not for the faint hearted. Sometimes it can look like an ugly battlefield

When you swallow that pride, Eve, take care you don't choke on it.

All of a sudden, You seemed to beStranger than a fiction, to me.

Sometimes, getting up in the morning and brushing your teeth is the hardest part of the day - it all just hurts.

The way some were entrapped into lives of prostitution, the way that something like marriage could rob them of their rights.

As we give the gifts of compassion and humility, our lives become demonstrations of the truth of God's Word.

If every editor turns you down, maybe you should take a second look at your text, however, just in case.

The earth, our home, is beginning to look more and more like an immense pile of filth. In many parts of the planet, the elderly lament that once beautiful landscapes are now covered with rubbish.

Is demum miser est, cuius nobilitas miserias nobilitat. Indeed, wretched the man whose fame makes his misfortunes famous.