Your lips were made for mine, Beck. You are the reason I have a mouth, a heart.

The problem with books is that they end.

I'm the same way about the bookshop. You know, I walk around and I feel the whole world is in there, the most important stories of all time.

If we were teenagers, I could kiss you. But I’m on a platform behind a counter wearing a name tag and we’re too old to be young.

we’re too old to be young.

... and Lynn is dead inside, like a corpse. She Instagrams methodically, clinically, as if she's gathering evidence for defense, like her entire life is dedicated to proving that she has a life.

You are a monster, deathly, solipsistic to the bone and you’re blasphemous because all you want is You

In the cage, you feel loved, not trapped. Just like me.

I fold my hands under my head and tell the books all about you. They listen, Beck. I know it sounds crazy, but they do.

and if anyone was ever going to live eternally in the light, I think it would be you.

What a shame to be so angered by what you don't have that you treat what you do have like it's nothing.

Visible objects therefore do not perish utterly, since nature repairs one thing from another and allows nothing to be born without the aid of another's death.

If you want a good friend, you need to be a good friend!

I've often told people who ask if there is a God: Get around enough people with horses and see what happens. See how they survive in spite of all the things they do, and you'll become a believer!

I signed a very modest $3,000 bonus with the Braves in Milwaukee. And my old man didn't have that kinda money to put out.

Spike Lee is obviously more stupid than anyone can be by accident.

In the United States, revolts tends to be directed against specific situations, rarely against the social structure as a whole.

I was a tomboy and I didn't have a bunch of brothers but I always wanted them and so I sort of adopted a few of my great friends to be my brother.

All heaven is interested in the cross of Christ, all hell terribly afraid of it, while men are the only beings who more or less ignore its meaning.

Grasping at things can only yield one of two results: Either the thing you are grasping at disappears, or you yourself disappear. It is only a matter of which occurs first.

There's no good story without romance.