In the ghost house in the last days of the accident season, we were never going to die.

Accidents happen. Our bones shatter, our skin splits, our hearts break. We burn, we drown, we stay alive.

I am afraid of everybody else's secrets

There's this magical place, ' he says with mock solemnity, 'called a library--I don't know if you've heard of it, but they have books, and also newspaper, and back issues of newspapers...

I think that we all drown, in one way or another.

We bite back the things we can't say and we cushion every surface for the inevitable moment when they all come fighting out.

You should never hate anyone, not even your worst enemies. Everyone has something good about them. You had to find the redeeming quality and love the person for that.

You are allowed to be alive. You are allowed to be somebody different. You are allowed to not say goodbye to anybody or explain a single thing to anyone, ever.

In Los Angeles, you feel like everything revolves around the movies. In Paris, you still have other things to do.

The person who is in tune with the Universe becomes like a radio receiver, through which the voice of the Universe is transmitted.

Taste ... is a matter of taste (Tad Allagash)

Without impact, innovation is just an idea with promise.

A little time, and thou shalt close thy eyes; and him who has attended thee to thy grave, another soon will lament.

I wouldn't take anything away from Tampa Bay. We're in one of the toughest divisions there is.

Love remembered and consecrated by grief belongs, more clearly than the happy intercourse of friends, to the eternal world; it has proved itself stronger than death.

in my garden I pick a musk melon feeling like a thief