[I] read books because I love them, not because I think I should read them.
Actually, years mean nothing. It’s what’s inside them.
The present grows within the boundaries of the past.
Anyone who is desperate or alone will agree there is comfort in routine.
Royal Young’s writing is that rare blend of irony and beauty.
The most significant conversations of our lives occur in silence.
Both my parents were very supportive of me in whatever I wanted to do.
You were unsure which pain is worse — the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.
Death is the most sophisticated form of beauty, and the most difficult to accept.
The beauty of artifacts is in how they reassure us we’renot the first to die.
I wanted to explain that trusting is harder than being trusted.
He wanted to tell the baby that Paris was like a poem in stone.