I know now that when the loving, honest moment comes it should be seized, and spoken, because it may never come again. And unvoiced, unmoving, unlived in the things we declare form heart to heart, those true and real feelings wither and crumble in the remembering hand that tries too late to reach for them.

justice is not only the way we punish those who do wrong. It is also the way we try to save them.

Nothing ever fits the palm so perfectly, or feels so right, or inspires so much protective instinct as the hand of a child

Fanatics have the look of people who do not masturbate but who think about it almost all time.

The touch was exactly what the touch of a lover's hand should be: familiar, yet exciting as a whispered promise. I felt an almost irresistible urge to take her hand and place it flat against my chest, near my heart. Maybe I should've done it. I know now that she would've laughed, if I'd done it, and she would've liked me for it. But strangers that we were then, we stood for five long seconds and held the stare, while all the parallel worlds, all the parallel lives that might've been, and never would be, whirled around us.

I don't know what frightens me more

Sometimes, you have to surrender before you win.