Lou knew that joy unshared was a halved emotion, just as sadness and loss, when borne alone, were often doubled.

Old friends, like old shoes, are comfortable. But old shoes, unlike old friends, tend not to be supportive: it is easier to stumble and sprain an ankle while wearing a pair of old shoes than it is in new shoes, with their less yielding leather.

Small things may be important to us; to be a sometime anything is sometimes something.

I'm interested in character and dialogue and exchange of ideas.

We think the world is ours forever, but we are little more than squatters.

We should be careful of the insults we fling at others, lest they return and land at our feet, newly minted to apply to those who had first coined them.

The point about love, the essential point, was that we loved what we loved. We did not choose. We just loved.