But Noah, you're not supposed to do this, and I can't let you. So go back to your room." Then smiling softly and sniffling and shuffling some papers on the desk, she says: "Me, I'm going downstairs for some coffee. I won't be back to check on your for a while, so don't do anything foolish." She rises quickly, touches my arm, and walks toward the stairs. She doesn't look back, and suddenly I am alone. I don't know what to think. I look at where she had been sitting and see her coffee, a full cup, still steaming, and once again I learn that there are good people in the world.

You've gotten so caught up in being alone that you're afraid of what might happen if you actually find someone else that can take you away from it.

A person with autism lives in his own world, while a person with Asperger's lives in our world, in a way of his own choosing

The search for God's presence was much of a mystery as God himself, and what was God if not a mystery?

You have the Best Of Me.

it was important to him that i know who she was, so im glad for that. but it makes me sad too. they loved each other so much, and now she's gone. it doesn't seem fair.

All of sudden, this shooting star went by, and all I could think was that they were listening to us somehow.