The thing about mountains is that you have to keep on climbing them, and that it's always hard, but there's a view from top every time when you finally get there.

Ugh! Young girls, they should laugh. Life's bad enough when you're grown, you might as well laugh when you're young.

And Annie showed me how ailanthus trees grow under subway and sewer gratings, stretching toward the sun, making shelter in the summer, she said, laughing, for the small dragons that live under the streets.

Liza-don't let it make any difference. It won't, will it? With us, I mean." "Of course it won't," I told her. But I was wrong. Six months of not writing-that's a difference. And so I lied to Annie. On top of everything else, I lied to Annie, too.

Don't let ignorance win. Let love.

Don't punish yourselves for people's ignorant reactions to what we all are. Don't let ignorance win. Let love.

Have you ever felt really close to someone? So close that you can't understand why you and the other person have two separate bodies, two separate skins?