The trees like lungs filling with air. My sister, the mean one, pulling my hair.

We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.

Biology gives you a brain. Life turns it into a mind.

When I wrote The Virgin Suicides, I gave myself very strict rules about the narrative voice: the boys would only be able to report what they had seen or found or what had been told to them.

Basically what we have here is a dreamer. Somebody out of touch with reality. When she jumped, she probably thought she'd fly

It was one of those humid days when the atmosphere gets confused. Sitting on the porch, you could feel it: the air wishing it was water.

In the end, the tortures tearing the Lisbon girls pointed to a simple reasoned refusal to accept the world as it was handed down to them, so full of flaws.

Depression is like a bruise that never goes away. A bruise in your mind. You just got to be careful not to touch it where it hurts. It's always there, though.

You never get over it, but you get to where it doesn't bother you so much.

It was like autumn, looking at her. it was like driving up north to see the colors.

She held herself very straight, like Audrey Hepburn, whom all women idolize and men never think about.

No thanks. This is a lovely dream, but it's a child's dream. I know some who'd argue the point, but I grew up long ago. - Rose Red (Fables: Vol.21, Happily Ever After)

A person should be important to you for you to be also important to the person so that you will be important to any other person.

Thinking about swimming isn't much like actually getting in the water. Actually getting in the water can take your breath away.

He who hesitates is not only lost, but miles from the next exit.

When you rest in presence and pure awareness, sometimes everything is experienced as love because you're connected with all that is, and love is simply the nature of being.

Beauty, therefore, for the modern and postmodern artist has become a highly dubious metaphor for a discredited belief system.

You never lose by giving it all to Jesus.

We are all giants, raised by pygmies, who have learned to walk with a perpetual mental crouch.

First, never go against the best light you have; second, take care that your light be not darkness.

A lot of people quit looking for work as soon as they find a job.