If you don’t tell her just that, if you don’t give her your heart, Aidan, if you don’t bare it for her and give her the time to trust what she sees there, you’ll never...

Everything I know, I learned from dogs.

Don’t give up on your own happy-evers.

We all look. The lucky find. The wise accept.

know what you want, work to get it, then value it once you have it.

Anything worth anything can be found in books.

I think you’re under no obligation whatsoever to forgive anything, to forget anything. You’re not required to push away the years of abuse because the abuser now chooses to be sober and in his sobriety...

Roz to Amelia (the house ghost): How considerate of you, after trying to kill me, to see that I don’t catch a cold.

For a while. Minus the singing.

Fictional people are people, too, otherwise why would we care what happens to them?

—¡La madre que lo parió! —masculló, pero como estaba decidido a pillarlo por sorpresa, optó por imitar su tono alegre—. Ven, Tiburón, ven, cabroncete. Aquí, chico, ven, engendro del demonio…

There was nothing like a Saturday – unless it was the Saturday leading up to the last week of school and into summer vacation. That of course was all the Saturdays of your life rolled...

North If you don’t tell her just that, if you don’t give her your heart, Aidan, if you don’t bare it for her and give her the time to trust what she sees there, you’ll...

Knowing isn’t always believing.

Don’t you want me to kiss you goodbye, sweetie?””Kiss a cow farm boy

Do you see that out there? The strange, unfamiliar light? It’s called the sun. Let’s go get us a little.

And each book has to receive your best effort every single time. No slacking.

Parker: She believed, absolutely, that each person, each heart, had a counterpart—had a mate. A rightness. She’d always believed it, and understood that unshakable belief was a reason she was good at what she did.

You have to believe in it to get it…

New York had saved him, in a very real way. It had pushed and prodded him with its impatient and sharp fingers, reminding him on a daily basis during that jittery first year that it...

Don’t go there, Bob. Let’s just not go there.

Grayson: Fiction is just a lie anyway.Brianna: But it’s not – it’s a different kind of truth – it would be your truth at the time of the writing, wouldn’t it?

When we destroy it.” She spoke clearly now, steadily now. “If it comes in a form with a dick, I will personally castrate it”.

You love tests?””Well, yeah. There are questions and answers. True or false, multiple choice, essay. What’s not to love?

When you find somebody you love, all the way through, and she loves you—even with your weaknesses, your flaws, everything starts to click into place. And if you can talk to her, and she listens,...

Love, even when pledged, isn’t enough.

Should I be writing this down?

Survivors lived with their mistakes.

If you’re looking for the full deal, the till-death deal, then look at me. No one’s ever going to love you, stick by you, understand how you work the way I do.(Malcolm Kavanaugh)

love wasn’t the soft, silky words the poets spoke of. Love,with it’s twin edges, was the one factor that weakened so many women, that pushed them to compromised their own wants, their own needs for...

Family’s the luck of the draw, Lena. What you make of yourself, because of or despite it, that’s where the spine and heart come in.

Evil cannot and will not be vanquished by evil. Dark will only swallow dark and deepen. The good and the light are the keenest weapons.

Grab it while you can because tomorrow could suck you dry.

You can fix anything but a blank page.

Anyone who said money didn’t matter had never had to count the coins that fell between the cushions of the couch.

She fell silent, remembering the jolt of envy and longing she’d felt when she’d framed the Browns in her viewfinder. Now, weeks and miles later, it was another jolt for Bryan to realize she hadn’t...

Some people expect things to fall into their lap. Oh, they might work a bit for it. I’ll just shake this tree, and if I shake it long enough that pretty red apple will plop...

Because my life opened up, and it flooded with color when you walked back into it.

…If I don’t have twenty or thirty books right here, waiting to be read, I start jonesing. That’s my compulsion.

Two kisses, my first year at Yale, after we ran into each other at a party and he walked me back to the dorm. It was nice. Very nice. But as exceptional a kisser as...

I wouldn’t waste a day, not an hour, not a moment. Take what you want and damn caution. Live, enjoy. Feed ravenously. Or the biggest regret you’ll have at the end of your life is...

Planting a flower’s like opening a book, because either way you’re starting something. And your garden’s your library.

I guess money can’t buy happiness if you shop in the wrong places.

I’ll give you everything I’ve got, and if you need more, I’ll find it and give it to you.

Fate. You could never anticipate it.

Bright light. You’ve always found your way.

Good fiction creates its own reality.

Courage comes in different forms. There’s strength–that’s the muscle. But love’s the heart. When you put them together, you can do anything.

It shouldn’t be. Because being with someone should matter enough to be at least a little bit complicated.

[Everyone needs] a woman who’ll listen, take your side, tell the truth – or not, as you need it. A woman you can count on, no matter what, and who’ll love you no matter how...