“That’s part of what I like about the book in some ways. It portrays death truthfully. You die in the middle of your life, in the middle of a sentence.”

Love is keeping the promise anyway.

When things break, it’s not the actual breaking that prevents them from getting back together again.

As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.

The world may be broken, but hope is not crazy.

Some tourists think Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth it is a city of freedom. And in freedom, most people find sin.

Some people have lives; some people have music.

Writing is something you do alone. It’s a profession for introverts who wanna tell you a story but don’t wanna make eye contact while telling it

Without pain, how could we know joy?

My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.

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

Our fearlessness shall be our secret weapon.

Talking to a drunk person was like talking to an extremely happy, severely brain-damaged three-year-old.

Life works best when we think of people as people.

I figured something out. The future is unpredictable.

Great books help you understand, and they help you feel understood.

I didn’t need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back.

Some books are so familiar that reading them is like being home again.

My book came out; and people began to think that topsy-turvy Louisa would amount to something after all.

Sometimes when I think how good my book can be, I can hardly breathe.

I’m still old-fashioned. I love dusty old books and libraries.

The book, if you would see anything in it, requires to be read in the clear, brown, twilight atmosphere in which it was written; if opened in the sunshine, it is apt to look exceedingly like a volume of blank pages.

I believe no one can read the history of our country without realizing that the Good Book and the spirit of the Savior have from the beginning been our guiding geniuses.

If I write a book where all I’ve ever experienced is success, people won’t take a positive lesson from it. In being candid, I have to own up to my own failures, both in my marriage and in my work environment.

At night I sit in my chamber and read the bible. Far in the distance roars the sea. Then I lie down and think for a long time about the calm and pale man from Nazareth.