Sometimes it's as if I can shrink away to nothing. Sometimes I feel as pure and perfect as a ghost. The hunger, the headaches, the dizziness—these are the only things that are real.

Life is simply too short to live it less perfectly than it could be lived.

But I know he loves me. I know he needs our games, that they answer some deep-seated hunger in him.

I know it must look odd, given that I didn't even know Emma. But it seems to me that almost no one really knew her. Everyone I speak to has a different version of what she was like.

We're all connected now, I think as I send it off into cyberspace. Everyone and everything.

I feel a thrill of excitement at this first tiny glimpse of self-revelation, of intimacy.

All these men who loved Emma, I think. For all her problems, men were fixated on her. Will anyone ever feel like that about me?

I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.

Understanding is not absolutely final.What's now right could be wrong later.

Who cares if you have a girlfriend, anyway?""I care" Simon said gloomily. "Pretty soon the only people left without a girlfriend will be me and Wendell the school janitor. And he smells like windex.

The mother was conflicted between what she knows that what's possible.

It would be better to be deceived a hundred times than to live a life of suspicion.

Nothing incites failure more than success.

The two basic stories of all times are Cinderella and Jack the Giant Killer-the charm of women and the courage of men.

When people have nothing left to lose, and they've lost everything, they lose it.

I should rather labor as another's serf, in the home of a man without fortune, one whose livelihood was meager, than rule over all the departed dead.

We are 6.6 billion people now. We can only feed 4 billion. I don't see 2 billion volunteers to disappear.