There is a gulf as wide as an ocean between should and want, and I am drowning in it.

And sometimes, he was less lucid. He'd run around his cell like a caged animal; he'd rock back and forth; he'd swing from topic to topic as if it was the only way to cross the jungle of his thoughts.

I think there are two different oceans - the one that plays with you in the summer, and the one that gets so mad in the winter.

Any highway . . . they all take you to the same place, don't they?

He’s not your typical prince, more like a square peg in a round hole, kind of like me. He’s the sort of guy who wouldn’t mind reading side by side on a date.

There is no cosmic scale on which you can weigh your actions; you learn too late what choices ruin the fragile balance.

The apple . . . came before Adam and Eve in the story of creation. It had to have been there at least three years because that's how long it takes for a new tree to bear fruit.