That's what I told myself five hundred times: impossibility. I can tell you this much: the word is a great big log thrown on the fires of love. ~Page 133.

If you aren't giving people something to talk about, you've become too dull.

You can't stop your heart from loving, really -- it's like standing out there in the ocean yelling at the waves to stop.

She didn't even know how dangerous the truth could be, all the tiny, shattering seeds it carried.

I wished she'd been smart enough, or loving enough, to realize everybody has burdens that crush them, only they don't give up their children.

It takes a bee 10,000,000 trips to collect enough nectar to make 1 pound of honey.

There is no place so AWAKE and ALIVE as the edge of becoming.