When you've been lost as I have, " he once said, "you get good at finding your way home.

We both know that pain comes for us all. It's almost a relief. Because if all of us are going to someday lose the people we love most, or be lost by them, then what is there to do but live?

My inheritance is grief and sunlight and the ability to choose which to hold on to.

It’s almost funny, in a tragic way, that the fiery thing at the center of my universe did die and that I, a girl whose name is synonymous with summer, am expected to live without it.

If you want someone to feel warm, you dress them in a warm color and put a warm light on them and you get the picture. Sometimes, all that needs pushing a little bit to help tell the story.

Training, a lot of the time, is just uncomfortable. But discipline is all about doing the thing that's uncomfortable.

If I didn't find out, or learn, that I was an alcoholic and I didn't take the 12 Steps of Recovery, I wouldn't be the person I am today. So, I would do it again in a heartbeat.

I am dreading the publication, for it will be impossible not to mind what is said. I have exposed my heart to be shot at.

Roses bloom, and then they wither; Cheeks are bright, then fade and die; Shapes of light are wafted hither, Then, like visions, hurry by.

Good characters are rare. As long as I find one or two a year, I'm happy.

Why do we never expect dull people to be rascals?

I can't imagine having a conversation about 'Celebrity Big Brother' in Cambridge, Massachusetts.

And so there is no God but has been in the loins of past gods.

When a human being becomes a set of data on a website like Facebook, he or she is reduced. Everything shrinks. Individual character. Friendships. Language. Sensibility.