All along, you've used the first sentence as a lock. But now you find that it's the key.

Five years behind me, but somehow with his shit together.

The way you argued with me, you would have thought that we were debating the existence of God or whether or not we should move in together. These kinds of fights can never be won – even if you're the victor, you've hurt the other person, and there has to be some loss associated with that.

I had made it somewhere special, and I'd gotten there all on my own. Nobody had given it to me. Nobody had told me to do it. I'd climbed and climbed and climbed, and this was my reward. To watch over the world, and to be alone with myself. That, I found, was what I needed.

There was a time before you but I can't remember it now a time before your beauty and I were formally introduced I'm sure I lived without you but I don't remember how can't imagine living without these feelings you've produced.

Eventually she fell asleep, but I kept the phone against my ear, lulled by her breathing, and her breathing again in the background. And yes, it felt like home. Like everything belonged exactly where it was.

Maybe there's just sexuality, and it's bendable and unpredictable, like a circus performer.

I wanted love to conquer all. But love can't conquer anything.

You never told me what you saw in him, not convincingly.

Even if neither of us got what we wanted, we found freedom in the third choices.

I love you-I do-but I am afraid of making that love too important. Because you're always going to leave me, A. We can't deny it. You're always going to leave.

One last song. One last turn. One last street. no matter how hard you try to keep hold of a day, it's going to leave you.

Silence equals death, we'd say. And underneath that would be the assumption—the fear—that death equaled silence.

But this is what losing most of your friends does: It makes you unafraid. Whatever anyone threatens, whatever anyone is offended by, it doesn't matter, because you have already survived much, much worse. In fact, you are still surviving. You survive every single, blessed.

I look for that confirmation that if I didn't have you, I'd still be a person someone would want.

You must ask yourself this: Will you decide when love's going to work and when it isn't? You have been pronouncing too much and feeling too little.

Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it. If I wanted to detach completely, I would move my body away. I would stop the conversation midsentence. I would leave the bed. Instead, I hover over it for a second. I glance off in another direction. But I always glance back at you.

The good old days needed a lot of improvement. People aren't the only things that get better with age.

I don't believe in a small break. I feel a break is a break, and if it starts small, it only gets wider. So I said I wanted you to stay, even though nothing could stay the same.

But I loved the notion that the night was mine to spend, and I immediately decided to spend it on you.

There's a carafe of water on one of the trays, and that's all we need. We could have wine. We could have vodka. We could have Cherry Cokes. It would all be the same. We're drunk on candlelight, intoxicated by air. The food is our music. The walls are our warmth.

I preferred to hang out with the dead, dying, or desperate books - used we call them, in a way that we'd never call a person, unless we meant it cruelly.

She has been hanging on to the hope of him for so long that she doesn't realize there isn't anything left to hope for.

If she were running through the rye, if she were headed toward that abyss, I would grab hold with every ounce of my strength, with every scared beat of my heart, with every thought that could only be for her.

No, really,' I said. 'I think she's great. And I honestly like her about twenty more times now than I did when we were dating. But love needs to have a future. And Sofia and I don't have a future. We've just had a good time sharing the present, that's all.

I said I hated life. You said you hated life. We decided to hate it together.

You won't cry, and that makes me want to.

I think he'll be all sweaty because, let's face it most fat people get sweaty just from lifting the twinkie to their mouth, but tiny is just to fabulous to sweat.

We stay this way until twilight colours the window and the hour calls me home.

What an idiot Santa is for flying around alone. Because who would want to travel the world without another person's heartbeat beside him?

I think one of the highest compliments you can give a person is that when you are talking to her, you are not thinking about the fact that you are talking to her. That is, your thoughts and words all exist on a single, engaged level. You are being yourself because you aren't bothering to think about who you should be.

You will miss the taste of Froot Loops. You will miss the sound of traffic. You will miss your back against his. You will even miss him stealing the sheets. Do not ignore these things.

Get shitfaced, then face the shit.

But he can also be incredibly sweet. And I know that, deep down, I mean the world to him." "Deep down? That sounds like settling to me. You shouldn't have to venture deep down in order to get to love.

None of these people who are talking know Craig or Harry, or even care about who Craig or Harry are. The minute you stop talking about individuals and start talking about a group, your judgment has a flaw in it.

I learn. Sometimes I am taught something I have already been taught in dozens of other classrooms. Sometimes I am taught something completely new. I have to access the body, access the mind and see what information it's retained. And when I do, I learn. Knowledge is the only thing I take with me when I go.

Only when you are challenged—and only when you challenge yourself—do you discover what truly matters.

It's one thing to fall in love. It's another to feel someone else falling with you...

What's the big deal with France? How come everyone wants to go there? Let me tell you about France. Their music sucks. Their movies suck. Their berets suck. Their croissants are pretty good, but the place overall still sucks.My family went there once on the way to visit Dad's homeland family. EuroDisney. Need I say more?

I had always felt that mittens were a few steps back on the evolutionary scale-- why, I wondered, would we want to make ourselves into a less agile version of lobster.

For whatever reason, we like to focus on the 2 percent that's different, and most of the conflict in the world comes from that.

Nothing gold can stay [...] so I guess we'll have to be silver.

On 9/11, all the hatred and murder could not compare with the weight of love, of bravery, of caring. I have to believe that. I honestly believe that. I think we saw the way humanity works on that day, and while some of it was horrifying, so much of it was good.

It's only a game if there is an absence of meaning. And we've already gone too far for that.

You can be naked with someone and remain unknowable. You can be someone's secret without ever knowing what the full secret is. You can know he's even more scared than you are, but that doesn't make you any less scared yourself.

No matter how happy we are, no matter how much we want our night to stretch out infinitely, sleep is inevitable.

The only way to deal with the future is to make sure the present is okay.

Things rarely get fixed the way they need to be.

It is hard to stop seeing your parents as parents and to start seeing them as human beings. It's a two-sided transition, and very few people manage it gracefully.