But at one point, Craig was talking about something, and Sam turned to me and smiled. It was a movie smile in slow motion, and then everything was okay.

Downtown. Lights on buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

She wasn't bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just takes time.

There's nothing like deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons.

Old pictures look very rugged and young, and the people in the photographs always seem a lot happier than you are.

We accept the love we think we deserve.

I really think that everyone should have watercolors, magnetic poetry, and a harmonica.

Maybe these are my glory days, and I'm not ever realizing it because they involve a ball.

And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

please believe that things are good with me, and even when they're not, they will be soon enough. And i will always believe the same about you.

And I guess I realized at that moment that I really did love her. Because there was nothing to gain, and that didn't matter.

A mystic is a man who separates heaven and earth even if he enjoys them both.

Words are like the wind. They will blow away your own footsteps but they also will blow away the footsteps and thoughts of others. Use them wisely and with care.

No one ever accomplished anything great sitting down.

It's not enough to say I'm sorry. You have to also mean it. It's the same with saying I'm single.

Today I do affirm that I am Divinely guided...There is that within which knows what to do and how to do it, and it compels me to act on what it knows.

we are never done with thinking about our parents, I suppose, and come to know them better long after they are dead than we ever did when they were alive.

In the end, history, especially British history with its succession of thrilling illuminations, should be, as all her most accomplished narrators have promised, not just instruction but pleasure.

Quite frankly, I don't like you humans. After what you all have done, I find being 'inhuman' a compliment.

I am hard on myself. But isn't it better to be honest about these things before someone else can use them against you? Before someone else can break your heart? Isn't it better to break it yourself?

My curse on plays That have to be set up in fifty ways, On the day's war with every knave and dolt, Theater business, management of men.