You don't realize what you're going to get, and you can't prepare yourself for it.

It seems to be that way with most things. No one to do the really disagreeable jobs except oneself.

Reader, do you think it is a terrible thing to hope when there is really no reason to hope at all? Or is it (as the soldier said about happiness) something that you might just as well do, since,in the end, it really makes no difference to anyone but you?

All of God's creatures have names, every last one of them. Of that I am sure: of that I have no doubt at all.

We must ask ourselves these questions as often as we dare. How will the world change if we do not question it?

During the night, while Bull and Lucy slept, Edward, with ever-open eyes, stared up at the constellations. He said their names, and then he said the names of the people who loved him. He started with Abilene, and then went on to Nellie and Lawrence and from there to Bull and Lucy, and then he ended again with Abilene: Abilene, Nellie, Lawrence, Bull, Lucy, Abilene. See? Edward told Pellegrina. I am not like the princess. I know about love.

Nobody ever learns anything.