...we both saw something we liked, a willingness to have no walls, or maybe just an unwillingness to keep them standing.

Two people who think they're in love can find out, when left alone, exactly how little they know about each other.

...a good friend stands in harm's way for you the second you ask--but a great friend does it without being asked at all.

The only things people can ever know about you are the ones that you let them see

Hope...which is whispered from PAndora's box only after all the other plauges and sorrows had escaped, is the best and last of all things. Without it, there is onl time. And time pushes at our backs like a centrifuge, forcing us outward and away, until it nudges us into oblivion.

Perfection is the natural consequence of eternity: wait long enough, and anything will realize its potential. Coal becomes diamonds, sand becomes pearls, apes become men. It's simply not given to us, in one lifetime, to see those consummations, and so every failure becomes a reminder of death.

I'd begun to realize that there was an unspoken predjudice among book-learned people, a secret conviction they all seemed to share, that life as we know it is an imperfect vision of reality, and that only art, like a pair of reading glasses can correct it.