You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.

Until this moment, I had not realized that someone could break your heart twice, along the very same fault lines.

If you have a sister and she dies, do you stop saying you have one? Or are you always a sister, even when the other half of the equation is gone?

Seeing her sitting there unresponsive makes me realize that silence has a sound.

true love is felonious… You take someone’s breath away… You rob them of the ability to utter a single word… You steal a heart.

It's about a girl who is on the cusp of becoming someone.. A girl who may not know what she wants right now, and she may not know who she is right now, but who deserves the chance to find out.

I wondered what happened when you offered yourself to someone, and they opened you, only to discover you were not the gift they expected and they had to smile and nod and say thank you all the same.

He smiles at me, and I am suddenly seventeen again - the year I realize that love doesn't follow the rules, the year I understood that nothing is worth having so much as something unattainable

Grief is a curious thing, when it happens unexpectedly. It is a Band-aid being ripped away, taking the top layer off a family. And the underbelly of a household is never pretty, ours no exception.

There are just as many stories to be told in the dark spots s there are in the bright ones.

I ...understand how a parent might hit a child- it's because you can look into their eyes and see a reflection of yourself that you wish you hadn't.

People, who seek God, find answers to their question

I'm not a relationship expert. I'm an expert on manhood.

Someday you're going to get hungry and eat most of the words you just said.

Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.

That All-That-Isness that is responding to your vibration is that which you call God.

I know what it's like to meet someone you admire and have them be a complete jerk.

American capitalism finds its sharpest and most expressive reflection in the American cinema.

Heaven never helps the man who will not help himself

I'm often asked, 'Where do you get your ideas?' ...It's like asking, 'Where do you find air to breathe?' Ideas are all around you.

The literature of the emperor penguin is as forbidding, as inaccessible, as the frozen heart of Antarctica itself. Its beauties may be unearthly, but they are not for us.