...all of our laments could not add a single second to her life, not one additional beat of the heart, nor a breath.

I never understood why Clark Kent was so hell bent on keeping Lois Lane in the dark.

It's funny how we like labels. If I ever have a bookstore, I'm not going to put any labels on the sections.

I love. I have loved. I will love.

When somebody is that patient, you have to feel grateful, and then you want to hurt them. Does that make any sense?

Is it sad to fancy David Tennant when you're dead?

I keep myself busy. Time goes faster that way.