Cynicism is easy. An optimist is a braver cynic.

I have different books for different times of the day, let alone different seasons of the year!

There are rocks deep enough in this earth that no matter what the rupture, they will never see the surface. There is, I think, a fear of love. There is a fear of love.

He might have been naive, but he didn't care; he said he's rather die with his heart on his sleeve than end up another cynic.

Ultimately, you can only ever write what you know. It's logically and philosophically impossible to write what you don't know.

Cynicism is easy. An optimist is a braver cynic.

That was the sort of everyday love I had to learn to contend with: if you grow up with it, it's hard to think you'll ever match it. I used to think it was difficult for children of folks who really loved each other, hard to get out from under that skin because sometimes it's just so comfortable you don't want to have to develop your own.