Would you rather live one perfect day over and over or live your life with no perfect days but just decent ones?

It’s hard to throw away history. It was like you were throwing away a part of yourself.

Moments, when lost, can't be found again. They're just gone.

It's the imperfections that make things beautiful

Susannah continued. "If and when I go off slow dancing in the ever after, I don't want to look like I've been stuck in a hospital room my whole life. I at least want to be tan.

My mother was good at that, making people feel normal. Safe. Like as long as she was there, nothing truly bad could happen.

She'd known me my whole life. It's hard to throw away history. It was like you were throwing a part of yourself.

He smiled at me, and that smile -- he just gets in. His smile did it every time.

I wished I could stay forever, in this moment. Like in one of those plastic snowballs, one little moment frozen in time.

Sometimes it’s like people are a million times more beautiful to you in your mind. It’s like you see them through a special lens — but maybe if it’s how you see them, that’s how they really are.

I could survive for months, years, on a crush.

The universe is seeming really huge right now. I need something to hold on to.

An organization's ability to learn, and translate that learning into action rapidly, is the ultimate competitive advantage.

It is very nearly impossible... to become an educated person in a country so distrustful of the independent mind.

When I was a boy, I always saw myself as a hero in comic books and in movies. I grew up believing this dream.

I'm first and foremost interested in the story, the characters.

Sometimes you have an idea that is so simple that you can't see how it can fail. But in learning, being right is not always the quickest way to success

Poetry is the break (or rather the meeting at the breaking point) between the visible and the invisible.

I am just a normal professional with a great job and a great life.

Guess who surprised themselves and changed their minds.

The hard wind we get around here on the eastern slopes of the Rockies is called a Chinook. It's a katabatic wind and comes from mountains to the west of us and the mountains to the south.