Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you? That I would take you there? The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube?

I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly.

If you love me, Henry, you don’t love me in a way I understand.

Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.

You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back.

He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand.

We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven, which brings us back to the hero’s shoulders and the gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it.

Everyone needs a place. It shouldn't be inside of someone else.

You play along, because you want to die for love, you always have.

You wanted happiness, I can’t blame you for that, and maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy but tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable.

I'm bleeding, I'm not just making conversation.

… I can only wish to remember the good timesand forget the things I refuse to remember. They are nothing but heartache.”-Sophia to Zarah, The Forest of Evergreen: Found in the Wilderness

I always say my biological clock must be digital, because I've never heard it ticking.

I had piano lessons when I was a kid, like most people. And hated them, like most people. And quit, like most people.

When you borrow money, you should always think how you're going to pay it back.

I learned you don't discover the evidence of any cause in its result.

I love sitting down and having actual conversations. But I don't do that sound-bite, be-candidly-funny thing.

I think there is universal agreement within the economics profession that the decline - the sharp decline in the quantity of money played a very major role in producing the Great Depression.

Very few people ever understand art. If you are lucky, they will buy it for the wrong reasons.

A mother is the truest friend we have.