Here," she said. "This is for you." "I didn't really get you anything," I sputtered. "I mean, I didn't know that you were going to be here, and--" "Don't worry. It's your embarrassment at not having the thought that counts.

The clock always ticks. There are times you don't hear it, and there are times that you do.

I'll see you later, he says, and as he does, he runs his finger briefly over my wrist. It passes over me like air, and makes me shiver like a kiss.

This, I think, is how people survive: Even when horrible things have been done to us, we can still find gratitude in one another.

I am always amazed by people who know something is wrong but still insist on ignoring it, as if that will somehow make it go away. They spare themselves the confrontation, but end up boiling in resentment anyway.

If smart people are parodying it, that's a sure sign that some less smart people are believing it.

Every two people cause and intersection. Every person alters the world.