What is hardest to accept about the passage of time is that the people who once mattered the most to us wind up in parentheses.

My only fear is that I may live too long. This would be a subject of dread to me.

If a women is unhappy with herself,, then she can't please her man genuinely. Please yourself first

So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.

I lit up like a Christmas tree-Augustus Waters

We got off at the next exit, quietly, and, switching drivers, we walked in front of the car. We met and I held him, my hands balled into tight fists around his shoulders, and he wrapped his short arms around me and squeezed tight, so that I felt the heaves of his chest as we realized over and over again that we were still alive. I realized it in waves and we held on to each other crying and I thought, 'God we must look so lame,' but it doesn't matter when you have just now realized, all the time later, that you are still alive.