We're all clichés, all following scripts that have been written and played out long before we landed the role.

I’m living in separate universes, and I have no idea where I actually belong.

I loved her for so long. Our past trails behind us like a comet's tail, the future stretched out before us like the universe. Things happen. People get lost and love breaks.

I may not be old but I’m too old to have this much nothing

Everyone always wants to know how you can tell when it's true love, and the answer is this: when the pain doesn't fade and the scars don't heal, and it's too damned late.

Sometimes it’s heartbreaking to see your siblings as the people they’ve become. Maybe that’s why we all stay away from each other as a matter of course.

It would be a terrible mistake to go through life thinking that people are the sum total of what you see.

I blame Hollywood for skewing perspectives. Life is just a big romantic comedy to them, and if you meet cute, happily ever-after is a forgone conclusion.

Even under the best of circumstances, there's just something so damn tragic about growing up.

You lost your wife, Douglas. My heartbreaks for you, it really does. But I lose my husband every day, all over again. And I don’t even get to mourn.

I've never been shot, but this probably what it feels like, that second of nothingness right before the pain catches up to the bullet.

Doesn't need help of friends to climb to the peak, the need to have lofty aspirations.

A half roll of Life Savers fused to the pockets, And in yet another, a lone unwrapped mintHad bundled itself in a stole of gray lint.

Insanity runs in my family. It practically gallops.

Great tests precede great blessings.

Nearly 7 in 10 Fortune 500 companies have a corporate Facebook page, and more than that have active Twitter accounts.

To know how scientists engage in visual imagery is to understand how they think creatively.

I read fiction all the time. It's true that I don't like fantasy or science fiction. I like "realistic" novels, particularly those in which nothing much ever happens.

It sometimes happens that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was ten years before.

Maybe other people are like mirrors that we see ourselves in; versions of ourselves that vary dramatically depending on the particular cut of glass.

I run because it's my passion, and not just a sport.