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.

She thought of death like the seam of a hem: each time you lose someone close, it unraveled a little. You could still go along with your life, but you'd be forever tripping over something you previously took for granted.

do you fix a wheel that isn't broken, or do you wait until the cart collapses?

it was possible to grow up in an instant, that you could look down and see the line in the sand dividing your life now from what it used to be.

I think that when you live in a world with limits... when you've met everyone and seem everything you're going to see - you lose the hope that something extraordinary will happen in your life

remember that every fire will burn itself out, even without your help.

There had been so many easy words between them that Daniel was guilty of nodding every now and then and tuning out the excess. He hadn't known, at the time, that he should have been hoarding these, like bits of sea glass hidden in the pocket of a winter coat to remind him that once it had been summer.