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.

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

A life isn't measured in hours or minutes. Its the quality not the length. All things considered I've been luckier than most. Almost sixteen years on Earth, and I've already had eight good ones here. I expect to have eight more before all's good said and done. Nearly thirty-two years total, and that's not too shabby

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.

The scent is sweet and meloncholy. A bit like dying, a bit like falling in love.

A place isn't a place until it has a bookstore.

I know you did, lass. You're the toughest girl I know." "'Lass'? Where did that come from?" "I don't know. I just felt the urge to call you that.