In death, lie. In living, cry. Carry me home to remember to be remembered.

Lena's hair was sticking out in about fifteen directions, and her eyes were all small and puffy from crying. So this was what girls looked like in the morning. I had never seen one, not up close.

It’s funny how the good things are all tied up with the bad. Sometimes it’s hard to tell which is which. But either way, you end up taking your sugar with your salt and your kicks with your kisses.

Old things are better than new things, because they've got stories in them, Ethan.

Summer School: Never stop learnin' if you want to stop earnin'. I'm reasonably sure there G's in learning and earning.

I loved her, atom by atom, one burning cell at a time.

I was a fine arts major in college, and a painter for many years. And I found that, like writing, art is very similar.