You can be Han Solo," he said, kissing her throat. "And I'll be Boba Fett. I'll cross the sky for you.

She smiled, and her eyes started to drift downward. "Cather..." Back up to his eyes. "You know that I'm falling in love with you, right?

So, what if, instead of thinking about solving you whole life, you just think about adding additional good things. One at a time. Just let your pile of good things grow.

In new situations, all the trickiest rules are the ones nobody bothers to explain to you. (And the ones you can't Google.)

You're a kaleidoscope, you change every time I look away.

Drinking tequila is more about the journey than the destination

Every woman wants a man who'll fall in love with her soul as well as her body.

Sometimes writing is running downhill, your fingers jerking behind you on the keyboard the way your legs do when they can’t quite keep up with gravity.

You don’t have to be the kind of beautiful that everyone can agree on. If the right person finds you beautiful, you win. You win forever.

To really be a nerd, she'd decided, you had to prefer fictional worlds to the real one.

Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.

There were so many wrongs piling up on both sides, so much of the past being dragged into the present, that living there was like carving the story of your life on to a sepulchral monument.

It was good, and nothing good is truly lost. It stays part of a person, becomes part of their character. So part of you goes everywhere with me. And part of me is yours, forever

Computers may save time but they sure waste a lot of paper. About 98 percent of everything printed out by a computer is garbage that no one ever reads.

It's rare to have a best friend who is also your brother and also an NFL football player, and he knows exactly what I'm talking about.

Our thoughts are often worse than we are.

I want to have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames.

The longer we hate, the harder it is to heal us.

Love properly understood is God—the font of all creation and the ultimate goal of all desires; God properly understood is love.

I'll be 56 this year, I've got two kids, and I think it's probably time to go back to writing one-glove jokes.

I wouldn't like to see a chick of mine taking her clothes off and kissing a fellow on screen. And my girls must get very hurt when they see me doing it.