But when two people feel something, they ought to respect that enough to figure it out.
I don’t think you tell someone you love them because you expect something. I think you tell them because you have something to give.
A writer never finds the time to write. A writer makes it. If you don’t have the drive, the discipline, and the desire, then you can have all the talent in the world, and you aren’t going to finish a book.
And still she felt more confident at the prospect of taking on the Russian Mafia than she did attending a backyard barbecue.
Men shake hands after they beat each other up; we eat chocolate.
Men are boys in bigger packages.
I’ve been happy alone and I’ve been unhappy without you. I never wanted to depend on anyone, or to let myself care so much I could be made unhappy. But I depend on you and I love you.
He’d done as he’d pleased and even had often enjoyed long runs of luck where he hadn’t been caught. But the luckiest moment of his life had been being caught.
Tell him I took the cat.
If I can make you unhappy, then I can make you happy as well.
Love’s scary, and sometimes it’s transient. But it’s worth the risks and the nerves. It’s even worth the pain.
The man that put that hurt look in your eyes, could be worth everything, or nothing at all.
Why is it you think you’ll live forever and why do you want to, I’d like to know, when you deny yourselves so many of the basic pleasures in life?
He wanted to heave the glasses against the wall. Break them, break everything he could reach. Beat it, rend it. He stared out the window, imagined the city in flames, consumed to ashes. And still it wasn’t enough.
I love you. I don’t know when it started, years ago or weeks. But I know my heart’s lost to you, and I wouldn’t have it another way. You’re what I want, all there is of you.
People tell their children there are no monsters in the world. They tell them that because they believe it, or they want the child to feel safe. But there are monsters, Luke, all the more frightening because they look like people.
Three weeks hadn’t changed Cop Central. The coffee was still poisonous, the noise abominable, and the view out of her stingy window was still miserable. She was thrilled to be back.
Once you considered failure you were one step farther away from success.
Why would I kill someone I don’t know, when I know so many people who irritate me, and havent’t killed any of them?
Tom: If you love with kindness, even when you can’t love with permanence, you’ll deserve the one who’s worthy along that path for you.