I guess I had a hamartia after all.

This is what I love about novels -- both reading them and writing them. They jump into the abyss to be with you where you are.

This star won't go out. And it won't. we won't let it.

I just did some calculations and I've been able to determine that you're full of shit.

For me, the hero's journey is not the voyage from weakness to strength. The true hero's journey is the voyage from strength to weakness.

Sin dolor, no podriamos conocer la alegria.

I realized during my time as a chaplain that I didn't want to be a minister.

I wanted to know that he would be okay if I died. I wanted to not be a grenade, to not be a malevolent force in the lives of people I loved.

The oldest pictures were faded and yellowing, and Colin thought about how even in pictures of their youth, old people look old.

Don't worry. Worry is useless. I worried anyway.

The beautiful couple is beautiful.

I was a bit of a Victorian Lady, fainting-wise.

He loved the scratching of pencil against paper when he was focused: it meant something was happening.

Destiny is not something that happens all at once-it's something that happens only in retrospect.

They were angry, I thought. Horrified. These teenagers, with their hormones, making out beneath a video broadcasting the shattered voice of a former father.

It's like people believe all you need to do is like the same bands in order to be soulmates. Or book. Oh my god...you like The Outsiders too...it's like we're the same person! No, we're not. It's like we have the same English teacher. There's a difference.

My regret was immediate and permanent and useless.

I give people credit for buying into consumerism.

The worst thing that could happen had finally happened. And there was a kind of relief in it, maybe.

We had to forgive to survive the labyrinth.