Is it because they are so comfortable, they already know what the other is thinking? Or is it because after a certain point, there is simply nothing left to say?

I imagine having that sixth sense, the certainty that what I'm looking for is within reach, even if it's still hidden.

When you begin a journey of revenge, start by digging two graves: one for your enemy, and one for yourself.

All any of us wanted, really, was to know that we counted. That someone else's life would not have been as rich without us here.

Close a door, and you'd still feel a breeze through the window.

What she couldn't put into word was what had happened in between to change her from one person into the other

I wish I could tell him I understand: the higher you raise your hopes, the farther you have to fall.