[Their love] had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous discontent.

Choices are made in brief seconds and paid for in the time that remains

Even though he was afraid to admit it, when he was with her it seemed it was worth doing all those normal things that normal people do.

People took what they wanted, they clutched at coincidences, the few there were, and made a life from them. . . . Choices are made in brief seconds and paid for in the time that remains.

She hadn't chosen him over all the others. The truth was that she hadn't even thought about anyone else.

The love of those we don't love in return settles on the surface and from there quickly evaporates.

Feeling special is the worst kind of cage a person can build for himself.

Why did you choose to stay here?" (...) "I don't know," he said. "It's as if there's more oxygen here.

Mattia's voice no longer stirred anything in his stomach, but he was aware of the idea of him and always would be, as the only true benchmark for everything that had come afterward.

...finally her hands, so light, holding his head still and catching all his thoughts and imprisoning them there, in the space that no longer existed between them.

Mattia thought that he and Alice were like that, twin primes, alone and lost, close but not close enough to really touch each other.

We cannot walk alone. And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back.

Cheerfulness is the best promoter of health and is as friendly to the mind as to the body.

Yes, one can repent of moral transgression. The miracle of forgiveness is real, and true repentance is accepted of the Lord.

Fey...a Scotch word...It means the kind of exalted happiness that comes before disaster. You know--it's too good to be true.

I think it would be a shame for any writer to let their publishers in any way corral them into a single genre.

Faerie is a perilous land, and in it are pitfalls for the unwary, and dungeons for the overbold.

I actually get a metallic taste in my mouth when I think about electric music.

The purpose of life is to know yourself, create yourself, experience yourself as Who You Really Are. There is no other reason to do anything.

Numbers rule the universe.

Haze all clouding up in my mind in the daze of the why it could've never been.