We are a nation of children letting horrible things happen, and flunking Calc.

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.

Every time you enter a library you might say to yourself, "The world is quiet here," as a sort of pledge proclaiming reading to be the greater good.

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

I’m happier than a pig eating bacon!

Friends can make you feel that the world is smaller and less sneaky than it really is, because you know people who have similar experiences.

Appearance matters a great deal because you can often tell a lot about people by looking at how they present themselves.