C'mon, Amy, cinnamon rolls are calling us." Dan put a hand to his ear. "Do you hear? 'Amy? Dan?'" he squeaked. "'Come and get my sugary, sticky goodness!

If the body is pampered, the mind is free to concentrate.

If you think something is impossible, it is. Until you decide it’s possible and you do it.

I loved him like a fever. Then he left. He kicked through love like it was dust and he kept on walking.

When a family breaks you don't hear the crack of the breaking. You don't hear a sound.

Amy sighed. Just when she started to almost like Ian again—after all, he'd flown across the ocean and had been working around the clock to help—his snob quotient went through the roof.

I drove in last night,' he said. 'I couldn't sleep, it was too hot. So I went outside. I was feeling melancholy. Then I danced with a beautiful girl, and I felt better. What's your story?

Oh, terrific," Dan muttered. "Just what we need. Another code! Why can't people just say what they mean? Why can't they say THE MAP IS IN THE DESK?

I'm so hungry," Amy said sleepily. "Hey, you stole my line," Dan said.

I loved all the parts of him, even the ones I didn't understand.

I knew that the deepest of tragedies was simple: to love, and not to be loved in return.

Don't compare your story to a movie or a book because it is written by a script writer and yours by God

There was a certain wisdom in doing little, when one was obliged to act in ignorance.

How one hates to think of oneself as alone. How one avoids it. It seems to imply rejection or unpopularity.

We . . . declared our independence 200 years ago, and we are not about to lose it now to paper shufflers and computers.

The reality of what we really are is often times found in the small snips, way down at the bottom of things.

Judge not according to the orthodox standard of a system religious, philosophical, political, but according as things promote, or fail to promote the delicacy, integrity, and authority of Conscience.

When the heart speaks, however simple the words, its language is always acceptable to those who have hearts.

The more we become civilized, the more we simultaneously understand our need to be virtuous, and our need to understand our experiences on a subconscious level.

The other man's arse is always cleaner!

We will have more Internet, larger numbers of users, more mobile access, more speed, more things online and more appliances we can control over the Internet.