My granny Torrelli says when you are angry with someone, so angry you are thinking hateful things, so angry maybe you want to punch them, then you should think of the good things about them, and the nice things they've said, and why you liked them in the first place.

...but it doesn't feel crazy to us. It feels like what we do.

Why do people not listen when you say no? Why do they think you are too stupid or too young to understand? Why do they think you are too shy to reply? Why do they keep badgering you until you will say yes?

It can't be dead. It was alive just a minute ago.

Man needs bread and hyacinths: one to feed the body, and one to feed the soul.

I wish that every baby everywhere could land in a family that wanted that baby as much as we want ours.

And what did I think when I was small and why did I forget? And what else will I forget when I grow older? And if you forget is it as if it never happened? Will none of the things you saw or thought or dreamed matter?