The more you love someone, he came to think, the harder it is to tell them. It surprised him that strangers didn't stop each other on the street to say I love you.

I'm sorry for my inability to let unimportant things go, for my inability to hold on to the important things.

It can be challenge enough to have to eat with myself.

It's the tragedy of loving, you can't love anything more than something you miss.

She said, "Do you have more things that you need, or more that you don't need?" I said, "It depends on what it means to need.

She repeats things until they are true, or until she can't tell whether they are true or not. She has become an expert at confusing what is with what was with what should be with what could be.

Fiction works when it makes a reader feel something strongly.