Then, who is Matilda?' I asked.Toby tilted his cup and poked at the slush with his straw. 'I suppose Matilda's the girl who felt like home.

Nothing had changed. I was the stupid one again. I was the girl who never understood who she was to people.

My mother gave me a disappointed look. Then I gave her one back. Mine was for everything, not just the sandwich.

I need to figure out the secret. I need to work out how to keep things flying back to me instead of always flying away.

I stared hard, trying to find a pattern. Thinking if I kept looking hard enough, maybe the pieces of the world would fit back together into something I could understand.

You could try to believe what you wanted, but it never worked. Your brain and your heart decided what you were going to believe and that was that. Whether you liked it or not.

It's hard to do that, to decide to believe one thing over another.

That's the difference between you and Greta. She has better things to do. She gets involved in clubs, activities. She has friends. But you? You slump around in that room of yours--

It's the most unhappy people who want to stay alive, because they think they haven't done everything they want to do. They think they haven't had enough time. They feel they've been shortchanged.

I suppose I'm in that very small group of people who are not waiting for their own story to unfold. If my life was a film, I'd have walked out by now.

But you don't know what it was like. It was just the two of us that afternoon, and then . . . and then it was just me.

For a peaceful life: think about peace, talk about peace, give away peace, and fill the world with peace.

Your eyes see me in ways the mirror never could.

Valentines Day itself, like most holidays in the modern era, has been heavily influenced by commercialism that focuses on the appeal of romantic fantasies.

International law? I better call my lawyer; he didn't bring that up to me.

The chaos of the mind cannot constitute a reply to the providence of the universe. All it can be is an awakening in the night, where all that can be heard is anguished poetry let loose.

As soon as you tolerate something, it becomes bearable, and before long it will become common.

I'm not a guy that's going to brag or feel like I'm better than the group.

Football's always easier when you've got the ball.

I was going for the idea that a time can also be a location. You can revisit a time of year, in the same way you can go back to a house that you used to live in.

Mother is not a title. Mother is a verb. It is not who you are. It's what you do.