Sometimes when you hit send, you can imagine the message going straight into the person's heart. But other times, like this time, it feels like the words are merely falling into a well.

I wake up thinking of yesterday. The joy is in remembering; the pain is in knowing it was yesterday.

underneath all that denial, you're someone who's deeply, deeply nice.

To love--to fall--is not a question. To touch--to kiss--to speak--those are questions.

They defy gravity, as good books should.

It's not the easy things that let you get to know a person.

I think one of the highest compliments you can give a person is that when you are talking to him, you are not thinking about the fact that you are talking to him. That is, your thoughts and words all exist on a single, engaged level. You are being yourself because you aren't bothering to think about who you should be. It is like when you talk in a dream.