I should have known it. You still have those chocolate-kiss eyes.

What do you do with your anger when the person you're mad at goes off and dies? Bury it? Bury it inside you?

The problem for me is that I can't ever really see who Gregory is, any more than I can see what a mirror by itself looks like, because he reflects whoever's around him.

Some people fall head over heels. Other people begin to fall without even knowing it—love grows like a spring flower beneath last autumn’s leaves and catches them by surprise.

I glanced up at him. "I love things that are beautiful when you don't expect them to be.

...you canʹt always choose how you love a person. Love isnʹt logical or fair. It just happens.

When you love someone, its never over. You move on, because you have to but you take them with you in your heart

People fear anyone who differs from what is considered normal, and in a small town the idea of normal can be as narrow as the streets.

Words are precious things meant to create, to imagine, to dream with.

old grudges and bitterness always hurt the individual more than the one whom he believes injured him.

Creativity is no excuse for obnoxious behavior

Paying alimony is like feeding hay to a dead horse.

The human currency of praise is Monopoly money. It feels great for a moment to collect, but when the game is over, it's worthless.

Mister Win-Win says it's always okay to pretend. He says that's the only way to feel happy sometimes.

Is it all just a psychotic dream? What is life?

To be desired is perhaps the closest anybody in this life can reach to feeling immortal.

Every ruler should strive for his people to love him. But if they cannot love you, then make them fear you. Love is better, but fear will do the job.

In the city, strangers seldom meet beyond daily functions. Instead, they brush by with a haste and preoccupation that so defines a century of 'too little time'.

I'm aiming by the time I'm fifty to stop being an adolescent.

I'm tired of people screaming about price and forgetting about the content.

Customary use of artifice is the sign of a small mind, and it almost always happens that he who uses it to cover one spot uncovers himself in another.