But I wondered if all this kissing was a bad habit with him and me. The thing we did with our mouths instead of talking.

The casualities seemed to go on and on. Just when I thought I was done losing her, I would find yet another way to love her all over again.

A life isn't measured in hours and minutes. It's the quality, not the length.

You forget all of it anyway. . . You forget who was cool and who was not, who was pretty, smart, athletic, and not. . . You forget all of them. Even the ones you said you loved, and even the ones you actually did. They’re the last to go. And then once you’ve forgotten enough, you love someone else.

Daddy once said, "If you don't know what you believe, Annie, you'll be a lost soul.

I met a travler from an ancient land.

I have so much paperwork. I'm afraid my paperwork has paperwork.