He wanted to tell the baby that Paris was like a poem in stone.

I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment - we are all defined by something we can’t change.

In the end I didn't know who I was crying for, but it was something my body wanted to do, as though trying to digest grief.

Anyone who is desperate or alone will agree there is comfort in routine.

Love is also a violence, and cannot be undone.

We cross from memory into imagination with only a vague awareness of change.

Sometimes I wake up and lie still enough to hear a petal drop from the vase of flowers. Sometimes I lie awake and wish there was someone to hear my falling.

He realized this early on, and realized too that what people think are their lives are merely its conditions. The truth is closer than thought and lies buried in what we already know.

I tried to convey to the boy how people’s lives are often altered by curved lines read slowly from paper, sand, or stone.

When he smiles, they mostly look away. But Martin likes to think they carry his smile for a few blocks – that even the smallest gesture is something grand.

We all have different lives, Martin believes – but in the end probably feel the same things, and regret the fear we thought might somehow sustain us.

We can never live in the past

There is no greater heaven the heart of a loving mother

When you're young and dating someone, just play it safe and don't try so hard.

To-morrow even may bring the final reckoning.

The girls with prettiest smiles seem to tell saddest stories

In a conversation, the words can get stuck, I don't know what to say, I get very anxious.

We have not enough strength to follow all our reason.

Here is bread, which strengthens man's heart, and therefore is called the staff of Life.

You know what makes your heart swift, you know what makes your breath catch your throat, you know what makes your chest tight with anticipation. Go get that!

Girls are crazy and mean. They don't fight fair.