It's The Cynics Who Never Get Married.

The Capacity For Friendship Is God's Way Of Apologizing For Our Families.

He Insisted On A Single Trade Secret: That You Had To Survive, Find Some Quiet, And Work Hard Every Day.

I'd Like To Have The Kind Of House Someday Where A Carousel Horse Wouldn't Be Out Of Place In The Living Room.

Mine Is Not An Autonomous Imagination.

You Described The Feeling You’d Always Had Of Being Misplaced, Of Always Standing To One Side Of Yourself, Of Watching Yourself In The World Even As You Were Being In The World, And Wondering If This Was How Everyone Felt. That You Always Believed That Other People Had A Clearer Idea Of What They Were Doing, And Didn’t Worry Quite So Much About Why.