“I even love the smell of books.”

So for them 15 years is a blink of an eye. I am nothing but grateful.

I have candles going, and small objects that remind me of what I am working on, or bring me into the world of the character.

When I see it lumbering down the mountain road like a tank . . . I flag it down like an old friend. I’ve waited on this corner every Friday since I can remember.

I am no trouble at all. You could press me into dough and make sugar cookies out of me, I’ve been so sweet.

Regardless of whether they loved us back or treated us fairly or understood our shortcomings.

To fail and succeed and flourish and fly.

I adored the Iranian sisters, Marjan, Bahar and Layla, who are looking to build a life, start a business and find love in a place so far from home.

People have often told me that one of their strongest childhood memories is the scent of their grandmother’s house.

The wedding vows are a license to be a complete jerk.

I don’t even like the sound of the dryer going – I like the quiet.

Money doesn’t have anything have anything to do with the magnificence of a person.

A feat she had never believed possible

We worry only about those we brought into this world.

Travel is very inspirational – but it’s in the ordinary that I find my themes of love and work and family.

The intimacy. The deepest level of love.

Having a purpose is the little secret of the nonpretties. Something to do always beats something to look at.

Even God cannot change the past.

A life I didn’t choose chose me: even my tools are the wrong ones for what I have to do.

My friends are me and in essence better than me, they help me be better even when they don’t know it.

And have even substituted extensive theories for the isolated propositions of Fermat.

And now people even of our parents’ generation are familiar with the term “graphic novel,” which is kind of amazing.

But I learned that art can be found in all of life, even in pain.

I don’t even like the sound of the dryer going – I like the quiet.

He didn’t move a muscle, not one inch, and he didn’t drop one tear. I tell you that and you are probably like, “Wow, how is that even possible?”