And when she dreams, she dreams of a girl who was lost at sea but one day found the shore..

When I was in my twenties and broke, I'd buy books before food. A meal will sustain you for a few hours, a good book will sustain you for life..

...lies can sound awfully pretty when a girl is in love with the person telling them..

It was odd to have something so personal out there in that way, but the good thing about art is that no one necessarily knows what you mean by it any….

It’s difficult to ever go back to the same places or people. You turn away, even for a moment, and when you turn back around, everything’s changed..

I have so much paperwork. I'm afraid my paperwork has paperwork..

But I believe good things happen everyday. I believe good things happen even when bad things happen. And I believe on a happy day like today, we can ….

On, there are so many lives. How we wish we could live them concurrently instead of one by one by one. We could select the best pieces of each, strin….

Betty inhales sharply, 'It's just I thought I had lost you forever.' Oh, Betty, don't you know there's no such thing as forever?.

You know everything you need to know about a person from the answer to the question, What is your favorite book?.

Someday, we’ll run into each other again, I know it. Maybe I’ll be older and smarter and just plain better. If that happens, that’s when I’ll deserve….

Diving is a leap of faith plus gravity..

Ask two people to tell you anything, you’ll get two versions. Even easy things like directions, let alone important or semi-controversial topics like….

No one actually needs another person or another person's love to survive. Love is when we have irrationally convinced ourselves that we do..

Daddy always said you only explained things to the people that actually mattered..

The only love she inspires is the canine kind..

I can promise you books and conversation and all my heart..

In the end, the end of a life only matters to friends, family, and other folks you used to know. For everyone else, it's just another end..

We are not quite novels. We are not quite short stories. In the end, we are collected works.

It was strange, really. A couple months ago, I had thought I couldn’t live without him. Apparently I could..

We aren't the things we collect, acquire, read. We are, for as long as we are here, only love. The things we loved. The people we loved. And these, I….