Then you look at her and smile a smile your dissembling face will remember until the day you die. Baby, you say, baby, this is part of my novel. This is how you lose her.

Our relationship wasn't the sun, the moon, the stars, but it wasn't bullshit, either.

It's just a matter of willpower. The day you decide it's over, it's over. You never get over it.

You whispered my full name and we fell asleep in each other's arms and I remember how the next morning you were gone, completely gone, and nothing in my bed or the house could have proven otherwise.

My heart is beating like it's lonely, like there's nothing else inside of me.

And all I did was read, and when I was too high to read I stared out the windows.

You're the only person I've ever met who can stand a bookstore as long as I can. A smarty-pants, the kind you don't find every day.

Deep down, where my boys don't know me, I'm an optimist.

She'd never been big on church before, but as soon as we landed on cancer planet she went so over-the-top Jesucristo that I think she would have nailed herself to a cross if she'd had one handy.

Magda was reading a book by a Trappist, in a better mood, and I was sitting on the edge of the bed, fingering my useless map.

With Christ, I can endure every suffering,

Unfortunately, some of our poor choices are irreversible, but many are not. Often, we can change course and get back on the right track.

Everyone knew it was impossible, until a fool who didn't know came along and did it.

Doctors are just the same as lawyers; the only difference is that lawyers merely rob you, whereas doctors rob you and kill you too.

I was offered $100,000 for a print. Then I woke up.

My prodigious sin was, and still is, being a non-conformist.

Few politicians are good at taking the high ground and throwing themselves off it.

One battle would do more towards a Declaration of Independence than a long chain of conclusive arguments in a provincial convention or the Continental Congress.

It doesnt matter what people say about me, I weather the storm.

There is always something else to do. A gardener should have nine times as many lives as a cat.