In life, Jane reflected, the most interesting things tend to happen when you're on your way to do something else.

You know everything you need to know about a person from the answer to the question, What is your favorite book?

I can promise you books and conversation and all my heart.

It was strange, really. A couple months ago, I had thought I couldn’t live without him. Apparently I could.

Diving is a leap of faith plus gravity.

We are not quite novels. We are not quite short stories. In the end, we are collected works

We aren't the things we collect, acquire, read. We are, for as long as we are here, only love. The things we loved. The people we loved. And these, I think these really do live on.

Let's stay young forever. Young, stupid, and pretty. Sounds like a plan, don't you think?

Death is a state of mind---many people on Earth spend their entire lives dead.

They should tell you when you’re born: have a suitcase heart, be ready to travel.

In the end, the end of a life only matters to friends, family, and other folks you used to know. For everyone else, it's just another end.

Sometimes our worst fears aren't realized - though in my experience it's only to make room for the fears our imagination was insufficient to house.

It's crucial we know the facts and science, but it's naïve to rely on them alone to build a movement for change.

I can't even get a credit card without three credit bureaus saying I'm good enough.

There have been times when I think we do not desire heaven but more often I find myself wondering whether, in our heart of hearts, we have ever desired anything else.

Focus on making you the best you can be as an actor, and follow your own path.

The present moment holds the key to liberation. But you cannot find the present moment as long as you are your mind.

If we never met again in our lives I should feel that somehow the whole adventure of existence was justified by my having met you.

This is the meaning of true love, to give until it hurts.

The student is infinitely more important than the subject matter.

Blaming others is nothing more than excusing yourself.