Oh for God's sake, ' Heather said, 'I wish you two would just go out, fail miserably as a couple, and get it over with.

Accepting all the good and bad about someone. It's a great thing to aspire to. The hard part is actually doing it.

It wasn't about being happy or unhappy. I just didn't want to be me anymore.

It was amazing how you could get so far from where you'd planned, and yet find it was exactly were you needed to be.

I mean, it's not surprising, really. Once you love something, you always love it in some way. You have to. It's, like, part of you for good.

All those clean, fresh starts had made me forget what it was like, until now, to be messy and honest and out of control. To be real.

You asked me to go out with you. I know you probably changed your mind. But you should know, the answer was yes. It's always been yes when it comes to you.

Yeah. I mean, acknowledging is easy. Something happened or it didn't. But understanding... that's where things get sticky.

It was kind of soothing, these sounds of lives being lived all around me, for better or for worse. And there I was, in the middle of them all, newly reborn and still waiting for mine to begin.

You could just tell when a person belonged somewhere. That is something you can't fake, no matter how hard you try

I mean, it's impossible to fake anything if you've already seen the other person in a way they'd never choose for you to. You can't go back from that.

I sort of got off on making bad guys sweat. Which was not unlike my love of making good guys sweat, just by very different means.

If you choose the right vendors, your collective and sincere motives should establish both trust & grace on both sides of the relationship.

Except the human all are crying seeing my pain.

When you discover your mission, you will feel its demand. It will fill you with enthusiasm and a burning desire to get to work on it.

A stale article, if you dip it in a good, warm, sunny smile, will go off better than a fresh one that you've scowled upon.

A teacher's hardest lesson is to limit his explanation to the minimum.

I need you like the blues needs the pain.

I need the information and then I can go. So, as long as I have the information and a little bit of sleep, I can do the rest.

Writers don't have lifestyles. They just sit in little rooms and write.

We have broken the shackles of conservative socialism. The growing middle classes want the kind of standard of living you enjoy in the West. So what I'm selling is a lifestyle.