No one actually needs another person or another person's love to survive. Love is when we have irrationally convinced ourselves that we do.

What are you reading?" Owen asks. "Charlotte's Web," Liz says. "It's really sad. One of the main characters just died." "You ought to read the book from end to beginning," Owen jokes. "That way, no one dies, and it's always a happy ending.

Sometimes things seem so unbearable in the middle of the night, don't they? In the middle of the night, we're all such children.

It was funny how dad was more honest in a book that anyone in the world could pick up and read than he could be talking to me. Or maybe it was sad. One or the other. Sometimes it’s hard to tell.

I did learn something about insanity while I was down there. People go crazy, not because they are crazy, but because it's the best available option at the time.

On, there are so many lives. How we wish we could live them concurrently instead of one by one by one. We could select the best pieces of each, stringing them together like a strand of pearls. But that's not how it works. A human life is a beautiful mess.

Eye contact made people think you were being truthful even if you weren't.