O God — please give him back! I shall keep asking You.

No adult in my family would ever tell me anything about who my father was. I knew from an older cousin - only four years older than I am - everything, or what little I could discover about him.

She sat keenly white and still among them, a witness to everything--maybe determining nothing, possibly judging it all.

We invent what we love and what we fear.

He had in abundance youth’s most dangerous qualities: optimism and relentlessness. He would risk everything he had to fly the plane that could carry the bomb within him.

Death, it seems," Garp wrote, "does not like to wait until we are prepared for it. Death is indulgent and enjoys, when it can, a flair for the dramatic.

but good friends are nothing to each other if they are not supportive.