Anyway, the sort of love that will not wait is probably best to pass by

After a while, the characters I'm writing begin to feel real to me. That's when I know I'm heading in the right direction

He fell in love with the way she closed her eyes, long before he fell in love with her.

Here's the thing about luck...you don't know if it's good or bad until you have some perspective.

My grandmother told me once that when you lose somebody you think you've lost the whole world as well, but that's not the way things turn out in the end. Eventually, you pick yourself up and look out the window, and once you do you see everything that was there before the world ended is out there still. There are the same apple trees and the same songbirds, and over our heads, the very same sky that shines like heaven, so far above us we can never hope to reach such heights.

Some things you cannot wish away or think away. They become part of you when you remember them.

Always keep mint on your windowsill in August, to ensure that buzzing flies will stay outside, where they belong. Don't think the summer is over, even when roses droop and turn brown and the stars shift position in the sky. Never presume August is a safe or reliable time of the year.