People say you should give until it hurts. I say you should give until it stops hurting. Know what I mean?

He wore a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the good place, and a heart-shaped leaf lay trapped in the hollow if his throat as though it were planned, though of course it was so perfect it couldn't have been planned.

It is such a terrifying thing to see a man cry.

I don't think men try to make women be like them, but I think women try to make men be like them, a lot.

People say you should give until it hurts. I say you should give until it stops hurting. Know what I mean?

The things that brought me the most comfort now were too small to list. Raspberries in cream. Sparrows with cocked heads. Shadows of bare limbs making for sidewalk filigrees. Roses past their prime with their petals loose about them. The shouts of children at play in the neighborhood, Ginger Rogers on the black-and-white screen.

We are assumed to be rather hopeless - swallowed up by incorrect notions, divorced from the original genius with which we are born, lost within days of living this distracting life.