This is what comes of having a heart, even a very small and young one. It causes no end of trouble, and that’s the truth.

That's Venus, September thought. She was the goddess of love. It's nice that love comes on first thing in the evening, and goes out last in the morning. Love keeps the light on all night.

Her father’s shadow looked sadly down at her. “You can never forget what you do in a war, September my love. No one can. You won’t forget your war either.

September had never been betrayed before. She did not even know what to call the feeling in her chest, so bitter and sour. Poor child. There is always a first time, and it is never the last time.

A book is a door into another place and another heart and another world.

Perhaps memory is a thing that everyone involved has to work at, like stitching up a big quilt out of everything that ever happened to you.

You get the face you build your whole life, with work and loving and grieving and laughing and frowning.

Why should I care about you first kiss, ' he said. 'You can kiss anyone you like. But sometimes if you wanted to kiss me, that would be all right, too.

We make our own music. We paint our own future.

Usually a life turned into a poem is misrepresented.

Even the world, that despises simplicity, does not profess to approve of duplicity.

I am a dolt of a man, easily made happy or even stupidly happy almost without cause and left alone I am mostly content.

My plan includes Dependent Care Savings Accounts to encourage savings and help families meet their needs for caring for both children and elders.

Apologized for saying Barack Obama was clean and articulate.

How infinitely superior to our physical senses are those of the mind!

As soon as you stop thinking about them, they'll send you a text message or call you. Because they know you stopped thinking about them. It's like a radar.

Love is our true destiny.

So long as the presence of death lurks with anyone who goes through the simple act of swallowing, I will make mine whiskey.