Mom - the person most likely to write an autobiography and never mention herself.

Love may be blind, but if you've ever known a blind person, they still know where everything is.

I nod to a passing stranger, and the stranger nods back, and two human beings go off, feeling a little less anonymous.

Eventually, if you're lucky in life, you find someone with the same chemical imbalance you have.

In the end, no thought is unthinkable, no problem unshrinkable, no two strangers unlinkable.

Love is not about grand intentions. It is about small attentions.

Happiness is having a dream you cannot let go of and a partner who would never ask you to.