Tell me what I can do to help you feel better." Well...I always like when you kiss me... "Do you?" You're good at it. "Well, that's lucky. Because I'll always be kissing you.

Teddy grinned again. 'Truths are dangerous,' he said. -'Then why are you writing them in a book?' -'To catch them between the pages,' said Teddy, 'and trap them before they disappear.' -'If they're dangerous, why not let them disappear?' -'Because when truths disappear, they leave behind blank spaces, and that is also dangerous.

A consciousness was like a face you saw once and forever recognized.

The fellow who tends the greenhouse gardens? Trust me, Lady, you'd let him stake your tomatoes.

...that's how memory works ... Things disappear without your permission, then come back again without your permission.

His last thought was that it hadn't been stupidity that had allowed his son to enchant him so easily with words. It had been love.

How unjust then to meet that person you love, and be kept away from them only because ones bed is made of hay , and the other, feathers.