I understood the word 'swoon'. It felt that way, like 'sweep' and 'moon' and 'woo', all those words smashed together in one word that stood for that feeling, right then.

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

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 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.

When you loved someone and had to let them go, there will always be that small part of yourself that whispers, "What was it that you wanted and why didn't you fight for it?

Something has got to hold it together. I'm saying my prayers to Elmer, the Greek god of glue.

We have two ears and one mouth and we should use them proportionally.

You know I have about the same interest in jewelry as I have in politics, horse racing, modern poetry, and women who need weird excitement – none.

Beware of a man with manners.

It's my favorite thing to do: luxurious nothing.

Some kids do drugs. Some kids light stuff on fire. Me, I eat oats.

The infinite intelligence of my subconscious mind reveals to me my true place in life.

Metaphysics notwithstanding, I also insert myself in my fictions for no loftier purpose than to give me pleasure: to see myself performing onstage.

In the US a child born into a poor family will become a poor adult. The american dream is just that - it is not true, because of the level of extreme inequality.