You live a thousand lives when you read a thousand books.

Now and then I see something in her eyes, and I wonder if I’ve ever grasped how much pain she’s really in.

As long as you like me the best. And you think I’m good-looking—sort of. I’m prepared to be annoyingly persistent.

He was silent for a moment, staring out the window into the rain; I imagined he was contemplating the fact that his family's presence was turning the locals into giant dogs.

The right thing isn't always real obvious. Sometimes the right thing for one person is the wrong thing for someone else. So...good luck figuring that out.

There s a difference between being in love and being in love with the idea of love.

How did anyone survive this world, with these bodies whose memories wouldn't stay in the past where they should? With the emotions that were so strond I couldn't tell what I felt anymore?