After a certain age, you couldn't even say where you were from. You went someplace, and lived there. And then you went someplace else.

Take it back, Ed. Take it all back.

Wishing, like sipping a glass of punch, or pulling aside a bearskin rug in order to access a hidden trapdoor in the floor, is merely a quiet way to spend one's time before the candles are extinguished on one's birthday cake.

Most schools have a loud system of loud bells, which startle the students and teachers at regular intervals and remind them that time is passing even more slowly than it seems.

I think I’ve always believed that there is one person in the universe who you’re truly meant for–for whom you are truly meant–and the fact that sometimes there are two or even more people on the earth you can fall in love with really bothers me. It suggests that if you work hard you can be meant for anyone.

They looked at each other like a pair of parentheses.

I think if I were walking someplace and I saw a corpse my brain would tell me it was a million things before I believed it was a corpse.