It's one of the secrets of strength: We're so much more likely to find it in the service of others than in service to ourselves.

This is what a memorial is: standing still, staring at something that isn’t ther

You wanna-I dunno-get coffee or something sometime?

I had forgotten this about love: how the simple things- the turn away, the turn towards- could be so complicated, and how the complicated things- the stolen night, the right words- could be so simple.

I was horribly bookish, to the point of coming right out and saying it, which I knew was not socially acceptable. I particularly loved the adjective bookish, which I found other people used about as often as ramrod or chum or teetotaler.

Someday your prince will come," I assure him. "And the first thing I'm going to say to him is, 'What took you so long?

Game over," you say, and I don't know which I take more exception to-- the fact that you say its over, or the fact that you say it's a game.