There's a lot that is awful. That's the struggle of getting old. To make sure you don't let what's hard...obscure the beauty.

That's how you know you really trust someone, I think; when you don't have to talk all the time to make sure they still like you or prove that you have interesting stuff to say.

When the reader and one narrator know something the other narrator does not, the opportunities for suspense and plot development and the shifting of reader sympathies get really interesting.

The kind of life I want is to be a person who would get a personal note every day.

Try a little tenderness.

I remember being in high school and listening to Vivaldi's 'Winter' and being so overwhelmed with emotion.

It makes me think of Lazarus. He must have had those shadows after his miracle. You don't spend time in the tomb without it changing you, and everyone who was waiting for you to come out.

I had them all fooled into believing I was normal and well-adjusted, a rock of sensibility who could always be counted on to have a positive attitude.

Life was mostly made up of things you couldn’t control, full of surprises, and they weren’t always good. Life wasn’t what you made it. You were what life made you.

Because love, love is never finished. It circles and circles, the memories out of order and not always complete.

When the remembering was done, the forgetting could begin.

We were miles away from our real lives.

I think people believe what they want to believe.

Men naturally despise those who court them, but respect those who do not give way to them.

A safe rule where Jewish propaganda is concerned is to multiply or divide their figures by ten, at least, before accepting them as the basis for discussion.

The Lord of Learning who upraised mankind from being silent brutes to singing men.

Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing sooner than of war.

From such a gentle thing, from such a fountain of all delight, my every pain is born.

What should I say? That I like him so much it hurts?

I'm crazy for trying, crazy for crying, and I'm crazy for loving you.