He found himself still with too many questions and not enough answers.

She nods. You're good for the ones you love. You want to be good for the ones you love, because you know that your time with them will end up being too short, no matter how long it is.

I felt lonely and content at the same time. I believe that is a rare kind of happiness.

You could start at a path leading nowhere more fantastic than from your own front steps to the sidewalk, and from there you could go… well, anywhere at all.

I'm having a magenta day. Not just red, but magenta!

Sooner or later everything you thought you'd left behind comes around again. For good or ill, it comes around again.

She didn't see him at first. She was watching the dancers. Her color was high, and there were deep dimples at the corners of her mouth. She looked nine miles out of place, but he had never loved her more. This was Willa on the edge of a smile.