This is love, and the trouble with it: it can make you embarrassed. Love is really liking someone a whole lot and not wanting to screw that up. Everybody's chewed over this. This unites us, this part of love.

Never mind what my name is,” the man said. “No one can pronounce it anyway. Just call me Sir.

There is no worse sound in the world than someone who cannot play the violin but insists on doing so anyway.

Everyone tells you it's all right to cry, but not enough people say it's all right if you don't want people to know.

Everybody will die, but very few people want to be reminded of that fact.

Love is candy from a stranger, but it's candy you've had before and it probably won't kill you.

Stop saying no offense,” I said, “when you say offensive things. It’s not a free pass.