What I'm saying is that I'm trying to find rational reasons to explain irrational feelings, and that's neveer a good sign.

We never know which lives we influence, or when, or why. Not until the future eats the present, anyway. We know when it's too late.

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

Do you drink?" "Of course,I just said I was a writer.

Swear to me swear to me that if it isn't dead you'll all come back.

Oh Christ, he groaned to himself, if this is the stuff adults have to think about I never want to grow up

True love always happens in a flash.