I try to live life so that I can live with myself.

She left me enough to rediscover the Great Perhaps.

I could stand up and go to her and kiss her. I could. But there is still too much to be ruined.

You're arguing that the fragile, rare thing is beautiful simply because it is fragile and rare. But that's a lie, and you know it.

As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.

Hey Pudge," the Colonel said. "What do you think of a truce?" "It reminds me of when the Germans demanded that the U.S. surrender at the Battle of the Bulge," I said. "I guess I'd say to this truce offer what General McAuliffe said to that one: Nuts.

And I wanted to tell her that the pleasure for me wasn't planning or doing or leaving; the pleasure was in seeing our strings cross and separate and then come back together.