Mencils? Pencils for men.
Memories are small prayers to God, if we believed in that sort of thing.
Make us better than we are. Make us good.
Lvov is a city like New York City in America. New York City, in truth, was designed on the model of Lvov.
Look, I’m not always right. I realize that. But I’m always strong.
Little was known, which made what little was known terrifying.
Killing an animals oneself is more often then not a way to forget the problem while pretending to remember. This is perhaps more harmful than ignorance. It is always possible to wake someone from slee...
Jacob was right when, after Sam’s injury, he said it was too much love for happiness.
Is God sad? He would have to exist to be sad, wouldn’t He? I know, she said, giving his shoulder a little slap. That’s why I was asking, so I might finally know if you believed! Well, let me leave it...
In the end, everyone looses everyone. There was no invention to get around that, and so I felt, that night, like the turtle that everything else in the universe was on top of.
If I misuse a corporation’s logo, I could potentially be put in jail; if a corporation abuses a billion birds, the law will protect not the birds, but the corporation’s right to do what it wants. That...
I wouldn't want a boy to think I was pretty unless he was the kind of boy who thought I was pretty.
I turned on the radio and found a station playing Hey Jude. It was true, I didn’t want to make it bad. I wanted to take the sad song and make it better. It’s just that I didn’t know how. After
I tried the key in all the doors, even though he said he didn't recognize it. It's not that I didn't trust him, becuase I did. It's that at the end of my search I wanted to be able to say: I don't kno...
I took the world into me, rearranged it, and sent it back out as a question: Do you like me?
I thought he had to look for what he was looking for, and realize it no longer existed, or never existed. p. 233
I said, I want to tell you somethingShe said, you can tell me tomorrow.I had never told her how much I loved her.She was my sister.We slept in the same bed.There was never a right time to say it.It wa...
I ripped the page from my book - I don't speak, I'm sorry. - and used it to dry her cheeks, my explanation and apology ran down her face like mascara.
I regret how much I believed in the future.
I put my hand on the doorknob because I thought maybe her hand was on the doorknob on the other side.