Sam has brown hair and very, very pretty green eyes. The kind of green that doesn't make a big deal about itself.

Downtown. Lights on buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

She wasn't bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just takes time.

There's nothing like deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons.

Old pictures look very rugged and young, and the people in the photographs always seem a lot happier than you are.

We accept the love we think we deserve.

I really think that everyone should have watercolors, magnetic poetry, and a harmonica.

Maybe these are my glory days, and I'm not ever realizing it because they involve a ball.

And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

please believe that things are good with me, and even when they're not, they will be soon enough. And i will always believe the same about you.

And I guess I realized at that moment that I really did love her. Because there was nothing to gain, and that didn't matter.

This calls for a very special blend of psychology and extreme violence.

You won’t shoot me.""People tend to overestimate my character, " I say quietly. "They think that because I’m small, or a girl, or a Stiff, I can’t possibly be cruel. But they’re wrong.

I think humor is like a shield that lets you get as close to the sad sad flame as possible - far closer, oftentimes, than drama.

The exchange of words is a lot like a virtual handshake. Is the writer's grasp of the language strong and bold? Are the words gripping? Direct? Inventive? Sincere?

A man is sometimes lost in a dust of his own raising.

It is a mystery why people think they need to act as their friends' dietitian, nonetheless it's common.

Our democracy has been around far longer than European democracy.

I know it's wrong, but I'm weak.

Transformation comes more from pursuing profound questions than seeking practical answers.

For the ones who are called saints by human opinion on earth may very well be devils, and their light may very well be darkness