That was what I wanted, but I don't need it to be gone. I can love you and I can love life and bear the pain all at the same time. I think the pain might even make the rest better, the way a good setting can make a diamond look better.

The turtle couldn't help us.

Friends. They aren’t any such thing as good friend or bad friend. Maybe there are just friend. People who stand by you when you're hurt and who helped you feel not so lonely. Maybe there are worth being scared for and hoping for and living for. Maybe worth dying for too. If that what has to be. No bad friends. Only people you want. Need to be with. People who build their houses in your heart.

A woman who would steal your love when your love was really all you had to give was not much of a woman.

This is a short book because most books about writing are filled with bullshit.

If you don’t have the time to do something right, where are you going to find the time to fix it?

Life isn't a support system for art. It's the other way around.