I would have done anything for him. Maybe that was my sickness.

You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.

Highs and lows make you feel that things matter, but they're nothing." "So what's something?" "Being reliable is something. Being good.

Succotash my cocker spaniel, you fudging crevasse-hole dipshiitake!

You only get to keep what you refuse to let go of.

Sometimes I imagined stitching all of our little touches together. How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love? Why does anyone ever make love?

Once you hear something, you can never return to the time before you heard it.