This is as much a part of my story as anything else. Friendship is love as much as any romance.

Sometimes the space between knowing what to do and actually doing it is a very short walk. Other times it is an impossible expanse.

She stays in the same spot, anchored by the profound, desperate loneliness of a bad relationship.

I just needed to realize that style was like personality - it didn't always have to be consistent; it just had to be something you lived with.

I don’t want to know anything, and I want to know it all

In school, the year was the marker. Fifth grade. Senior year of high school. Sophomore year of college. Then after, the jobs were the marker. That office. This desk. But now that school is over and I've been working at the same place in the same office at the same desk for longer than I can truly believe, I realize: You have become the marker. This is your era. And it's only if it goes on and on that will have to look for other ways to identify the time.

I think that if you were somehow able to measure the weight of human kindness, it would have weighed more on 9/11 than it ever had. On 9/11, all the hatred and murder could not compare with the weight of love, of bravery, of caring. I have to believe that.