You can call it innocence, or you can call it gullibility, but Celia made the most common mistake of the good-hearted: she assumed that everyone else was just like her.

In a country that doesn't discriminate between fame and infamy, the latter presents itself as plainly more achievable.

Time itself made all things rare.

Funny how the nature of a normal day is the first memory to fade.

Not that happiness is dull. Only that it doesn't tell well. And of our consuming diversions as we age is to recite, not only to others but to ourselves, our own story.

...whenever a woman describes a man as sweet, the dalliance is doomed.

Though surely to avoid attachments for fear of loss is to avoid life.

I thought at the time that I couldn't be horrified anymore, or wounded. I suppose that's a common conceit, that you've already been so damaged that damage itself, in its totality, makes you safe.

I was mortified by the prospect of becoming hopelessly trapped in someone else's story.

My mind is huge with little stories that I never told you.

A carpet of despair which lay underneath the levels of fury.

Great heroes need great sorrows and burdens, or half their greatness goes unnoticed. It is all part of the fairy tale.

The Future is hidden even from those who are forging it.

My heart was too big for my body, so I let it go.

Always try to create positivity. Even when people aren't.

We are often so caught up in our activities that we tend to worship our work, work at our play, and play at our worship.

I love wearing flat shoes, but I am not one of those girls who walks around in sweat pants and sneakers.

The scariest thing in the world is losing your mask.

Listen,' Clover said. 'Don't worry about not being able to come back, I've lived both places, and trust me, you won't be getting the short end of the stick if you end up in Foo. I mean, candy alone.

I'm a world expert on superhero comics. I think maybe only Michael Chabon knows more than me.

One day I'll be dead and THEN you'll all be sorry.