The scent is sweet and meloncholy. A bit like dying, a bit like falling in love.

You know everything you need to know about a person from the answer to the question, What is your favorite book?

I can promise you books and conversation and all my heart.

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

Diving is a leap of faith plus gravity.

We are not quite novels. We are not quite short stories. In the end, we are collected works

We aren't the things we collect, acquire, read. We are, for as long as we are here, only love. The things we loved. The people we loved. And these, I think these really do live on.

Let's stay young forever. Young, stupid, and pretty. Sounds like a plan, don't you think?

Death is a state of mind---many people on Earth spend their entire lives dead.

They should tell you when you’re born: have a suitcase heart, be ready to travel.

In the end, the end of a life only matters to friends, family, and other folks you used to know. For everyone else, it's just another end.

History has been stolen from us and replaced with guilt inducing lies.

I am a chaotic blend of all the worst traits.

No matter how American I become, I'm considered part of the Chinese community by my own family.

Take your bottom lip and pull it over your head.

It remained an open question, how much sympathy love could stand.

I've been a vegan for about 15 years.

Ah, what is it we send up thither, where our thoughts are either a dissonance or a sweetness and a grace?

People use music as a utensil to better themselves.

Life is a gift... Life is a test... Life is temporary assignment.

I think you always have to keep your eye open and take advantage of anything that may come your way.