I think play must have been invented so we wouldn't go mad thinking about certain things.

There is only one page left to write on. I will fill it with words of only one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.

You can still be cool when you’re dead. In fact, it’s much easier, because you aren’t getting old and fat and losing your hair.

And Clare, always Clare.

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

I'm at a loss because I am in love with a man who is standing before me with no memories of me at all. (Time Traveler's Wife)

Time passes and the pain begins to roll in and out as though it’s a woman standing at an ironing board, passing the iron back and forth, back and forth across a white tablecloth.