So she loved him. She just did immediately and again often and clearly naturally and soundly and obviously and many others.

Love can smack you like a seagull, and pour all over your feet like junk mail.

The children of this world and the adults of this world are in entirely separate boats and only drift near each other when we need a ride from someone or when someone needs us to wash our hands.

It is often said that reading is a gift, but to my mind that is an insufficient description, for the size of the gift of reading is so vast that it is difficult to see what is outside its wrapping.

Hal is on his way." The nurse announced reentering the room.

One of the remarkable things about love is that, despite very irritating people writing poems and songs about how pleasant it is, it really is quite pleasant.

Sometimes words are not enough.