With a secret like that, at some point the secret itself becomes irrelevant. The fact that you kept it does not.

I was always searching, always seeking the next big thing, because that was the thing that was going to make everything all right again. And while I was working toward it, it gave me something to think about other than that thing I couldn't put my finger on. But it always came back.

When I first submerged my feet into frigid water, they hurt so badly I yanked them out again. I persisted, dunking them for longer and longer periods, until the cold finally blistered.

Do you have any idea how much an elephant drinks?

Even when I look straight into the milky blue eyes I can't find myself any more. When did I stop being me?

When two people are meant to be together, they will be together. It's fate.

I just think I'm better equipped to make a study of human personality than trying to get into the mind of animals.