He'd discovered that his memories of that summer were like bad movie montages - young lovers tossing a Frisbee in the park, sharing a melting ice-cream cone, bicycling along the river, laughing, talking, kissing, a sappy score drowning out the dialogue because the screenwriter had no idea what these two people might say to each other.

To expect reason is where the fallacy lies.

I think it would be harder for me not to write comedy because the comic view of things is the one that comes most naturally to me.

People in small towns, much more than in cities, share a destiny.

To his surprise, she leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, a kiss so full of affection that it dispelled the awkwardness, even as it caused Miles' heart to plummet, because all kisses are calibrated, and this one revealed the great chasm between affection and love.

Ultimately, your theme will find you. You don't have to go looking for it.

You can't possibly judge your ability to control something until you've experienced the extremes of its capabilities. Do you understand?