Maybe that's why God made us kids first and built us close to the ground, because He knows you got to fall down a lot and bleed a lot before you learn that one simple lesson. You pay for what you get, you own what you pay for... and sooner or later whatever you own comes back home to you.

He would write it for the reason he felt that all great literature, fiction and nonfiction, was written: truth comes out, in the end it always comes out. He would write it because he felt he had to.

I've given up thinking - it keeps getting me into trouble.

A broken spoon may be a fork in disguise.

I dreamed of you. I dreamed you were wandering in the dark, and so was I. We found each other. We found each other in the dark.

and now, all these years later, it seem to him that the most horrible fact of human existence was that broken hearts mended

If you liked being a teenager, there's something really wrong with you.