That whole week, we started to divide things into those two categories: anything or something. A piece of jewelry bougth at a department store: anything. A piece of jewelry made by hand: something. A dollar: anything. A sand dollar: something. A gift certificate: anything. An IOU for two hours of starwatching: something. A drunk kiss at a party: anything. A sober kiss alone in a park: something.

There is no reason that we should ever be ashamed of our bodies or ashamed of our love.

I want to take back at least half of the “I love you”s, because I didn’t mean them as much as the other ones.

Luckily, I always travel with a book, just in case I have to wait on line for Santa, or some such inconvenience.

The terrorists-those nineteen people, with hundreds or maybe thousands behind them-did the worst thing you can possibly imagine. But tens of millions people did the right thing...On 9/11, all the hatred and murder could not compare with the weight of love, of bravery, of caring.

But whether or not you are here, you are here—because these words are for you, and they wouldn't exist if you weren't here in some way.

I know the odds are all against me and I know you might not feel this way too but I know I would rather die trying to know if I could mean something to you