Each day has been chained to the previous one. But the weeks have wings. Anyone who believes that a second is faster than a decade did not live my life.

I can't even say 'hair pie,'' I told him, 'unless I'm talking about an actual pie made out of rabbits.

This is my heart. You are touching it with your left hand. You are touching it with your left hand, not because you are left-handed, although you might be, but because I am holding it against my heart. What you are feeling is the beating of my heart. It is what keeps me alive.

Do you think I'm wonderful? she asked him one day as they leaned against the trunk of a petrified maple. No, he said. Why? Because so many girls are wonderful. I imagine hundreds of men have called their loves wonderful today, and it's only noon. You couldn't be something that hundreds of others are.

I hope that one day you will have the experience of doing something you do not understand for someone you love.

What do babies dream of? She must be dreaming of the before-life, just as I dream of the afterlife.

I can forgive you for leaving, but not for coming back.