It's harder to appreciate what you don't have to look hard to find.

That's the brutality of a breakup, isn't it? The people leaving think they did everything possible, the people left behind think what is possible hasn't even been tested yet.

Belief isn't supposed to make sense, at least not all the time. In that, it finds its power. It gets to creep up on you and carry you forward. Until you can carry yourself again.

Why could we say more to each other when it counted less?

Why does it take fear to move you? Why does it take chaos to make us understand exactly what we need to do?

Sometimes you don't know it. What you have been waiting your whole life for. You don't know until it is happening.

We have to figure out how to let go, and forgive. This is our job.

There are words and there are feelings and somewhere between where the two meet is the truth

We loved each other in the same difficult, unusable way where you took turns doing it, instead of ever managing to do it at the same time.

You can't finish the things you weren't supposed to start.

I couldn't help but wonder if that was what love was -- believing that someone was going to come through, in the end, and that it would still count

I can explain why I have to do what I'm about to do, but I'm acutely aware that an explanation is not a righteous justification. What's bad is bad even if necessary.

What you inherit from your fathermust first be earned before it's yours.

You have to watch out with my plays. They're like yeast. You think they're one thing, then all of a sudden subtext gets to working.

America does not want change, except from the cash register at Wal-Mart.

Set the kind of goals that will make something of you to achieve them.

Did you hear?" he asked. "They found another body around nine this morning. It's the Ripper, definitely." "Good morning," I replied. "Morning. Listen to this. The second victim.

Not until my middle thirties did I consider myself a novelist.

The most noble fate a man can endure is to place his own mortal body between his loved home and the war's desolation.

Truth is the mother of joy. Truth civilizes, ennobles and purifies. The grandest ambition that can enter the soul is to know the truth.

The terrorist threat to American troops has decreased in some ways because there's not 175,000 in a dangerous part of the world. There's only 15,000.