Since grief only aggravates your loss, grieve not for what is past.

Losing hope is not so bad. There's something worse: losing hope and hiding it from yourself.

Maybe there are times when an honest hatred serves us better than love corrupted by sentimentality, meretriciousness, sententiousness, cuteness.

It is not merely the truth of science that makes it beautiful, but its simplicity.

There is no pain on this earth like seeing the same woman look at another man the way she once looked at you.

Ooooh," Kate groans, Kate herself now. "I'm so afraid." "I know." "What am I going to do?" "You mean right now?" "Yes." "We'll go to my car. Then we'll drive down to the French Market and get some coffee. Then we'll go home." "Is everything going to be all right?" "Yes." "Tell me. Say it." "Everything is going to be all right.

Nobody but a Southerner knows the wrenching rinsing sadness of the cities of the North.