I'm less worried about accomplishment - as younger people always can't help but be - and more concerned with spending my time well, spending time with my family, and reading, learning things.

She let out a laugh, and then she put her hand over her mouth, like she was angry at herself for forgetting her sadness.

I know you look both ways before you cross the street, but I want you to look both ways a second time, because I told you to.

She was not crying Which surprised me very much But I understand now That she had found places For her melancholy That were behind more masks Than only her eyes

[She] always knew he was a fiction but believed in him anyway.

It's a good rule of thumb, it seems to me: if you're not allowed to see where something comes from, don't put it in your mouth.

There is nothing wrong with compromising. Even if you compromise almost everything.