pg. 301--"Saturday the weather couldn't decide if it was ready to fully entertain winter or if we were still stuck in the fall."pg.349--"...winter showed up in an angry, punishing fury...

This whole kissing process was turning out to be far more complicated and stressful than I'd thought it would be.

Pain rises. From the heart to the head pain rises.

Everyone has a purpose in life - even if yours is to go through it believing you don't have one!

Emotions are enmeshed in the neural networks of reason.

I might be a stalwart, but I'm not a kingmaker.

Nature is written in mathematical language.

The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.

Every individual was put on this earth to accomplish some purpose bigger than just making a living.

I'm no good at anecdotes.

I have never begun a novel which wasn't going to stretch me further than I had ever stretched before.

Here is neither want of appetite nor mouths, Pray heaven we be not scant of meat or mirth.