Stacey: "I'm surprised you haven't thrown me out." Comfort: "At your current weight, I'd need some sort of catapult.

It’s a promise ring,” he said solemnly. “The lady at the store said it’s what you give the girl you love. It means I want to marry you someday.

I always thought it was what I wanted: to be loved and admired. Now I think perhaps I'd like to be known.

Promises were a lot like impressions. The second one didn't count for much.

She is like a child picking at a scab, unable to stop herself even though she knows it will hurt.

It was the Magic Hour, the moment in time when every leaf and blade of grass seemed to separate, when sunlight, burnished by the rain and softened by the coming night, gave the world an impossibly beautiful glow.

One thing I can tell you for sure is this: we only regret what we don't do in life.