We are the only creatures that both laugh and weep. I think it's because we are the only creatures that see the difference between the way things are and the way they might be.

Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup-they all die. So do we.

We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness — and call it love — true love.

Hide-and-seek, grown-up style. Wanting to hide. Needing to be sought. Confused about being found.

Love is a fabric which never fades, no matter how often it is washed in the water of adversity and grief.

Anything not worth doing is worth not doing well.

Everything we can imagine becomes real.