“No one knows you like the people you live with, and no one will take up your cause to the outside world quite like your blood relatives.”

Sometimes there aren’t reasons behind the terrible things that go on.

I can only get up and do my chores and push through the day and find the good in it.

You have work anytime. But love? Not always.

A good mother is irreplaceable.

The only urgent thing in life is the pursuit of love. You get that one right, and you’ve solved the mystery.

This is where men and women are different, we can put aside petty competition for relationships – they can’t. It interferes.

A library is a home filled with our stories.

There is no one on earth who knew you from the day you were born; who knew why you cried, or when you’d had enough food; who knew exactly what to say when you were hurting.

Two different things. Work is survival, and love sustains you.

I am still emotional when I look at those boxes checked yes.

But when the morning comes, I realize that there’s nothing to be done about what has already happened.

I wish I was the kind who made up stories.

You can’t always think about what you’ve lost, or what you don’t have, or what you didn’t get. Because when you do that, you’re missing out on the now.

You never know when some small thing will lead to a big idea.

It’s the secret to happiness, you know. Only take what you need.

The ship’s manifest showed that they could read and write.

The only way to know where you are is by where you have just been.

The man who has not suffered – what does he know anyway?

Someday, who knows, we might conquer death, disease and war.

There’s the know. And there’s the unknown. And what separates the two is the door, and that’s what i wanta be. Ahh wanna be th’ dooooooooorrr.

Don’t you know that you’re nothing more than a one night stand?

There is only one question. And once you know the answer to that question there are no more to ask.

At least we know we tend to be afraid. If you object to my plural noun, I’ll retract it.

I didn’t know what to do. How do you tell an eight-year-old boy his mother’s going to die? I tried. In my own stumbling way I tried to prepare Jim for it.