Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.

How'd it feel?" Rube asked himself. "I don't know exactly, but it made me want to howl.

When her hands reached out and poured the tea, it was as if she also poured something into me while I sat there sweating in my cab. It was like she held a string and pulled on it just slightly to open me up. She got in, put a piece of herself inside me, and left again.

It was a style not of perfection, but warmth. Even mistakes had a good feeling about them

The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this.

Because you don't learn anything unless you can find the patience to read. TV takes that away from you. It robs you from your mind.

It's not so much that the old friend is a better friend. It's just that you know the person better, and you know they don't really care if you're acting like a poor, grovelling idiot. They know you would do the same for them.