You saved me life, she tried to tell him. Not forever, not for good. Probably just temporarily. But you saved my life, and now I'm yours. The me that's me right now is yours. Always.

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.

It's not enough to be nice in life. You've got to have nerve.

I am everything. I am nothing. I am powerful. I am forgotten.

I love making music and all that, but at the end of the day I don't think that's what people are going to remember about a person.

You have to be able to play: this is spontaneous interaction, and it flexes all the creative muscles you need as a writer. And empathy is one of those muscles.

Financiers are great mythomaniacs, their explanations and superstitions are those of primitive men; the world is a jungle to them.They perceive acutely that they are at the dawn of economic history.

To be honest like when you work at something for a long time and then coming to a family of people who support what you do hmm... you are very lucky!

I could hear him laughing. Son of a bit*h. I would kill him. I didn't care if he was coyote or the son of Satan.He was a dead man walking.

Right now you are one choice away from a new beginning - one that leads you toward becoming the fullest human being you can be.

A thing that many young fellows don't seem to realism at first is that success depends on oneself and not on a kindly fate, nor on the interest of powerful friends.

The [Liberal] federal government's trouble is that they have a wishbone where they should have a backbone.