When you're different, sometimes you don't see the millions of people who accept you for what you are. All you notice is the person who doesn't.

There are all sorts of experiences we can't really put a name to...The birth of a child, for one. Or the death of a parent. Falling in love. Words are like nets--we hope they'll cover what we mean, but we know they can't possibly hold that much joy, grief, or wonder. Finding God is like that, too. If it's happened to you, you know what it feels like. But try to describe it to someone else--and language only takes you so far.

Leave it to a man to mess things up

You can't pay a landlord in dogma.

She's not classically beautiful, but somehow that only makes her more interesting.

And the very act of living is a tide; at first it seems to make no difference at all, and then one day you look down and see how much pain has eroded

Losing Chloe had been like reading a wonderfulook only to realize that all the pages past a certain point were blank.