“Oh, monsters are scared,” said Lettie.” That’s why they’re monsters.”

You have a good heart. Sometimes that’s enough to see you safe wherever you go. But mostly, it’s not.

I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating.

If you want to imagine the future, imagine a boy and his dog and his friends. And a summer that never ends.

And did I pass?” The face of the old woman on my right was unreadable in the gathering dusk. On my left, the younger woman said, “You don’t pass or fail at being a person, dear.

He had noticed that events were cowards: they didn’t occur singly, but instead they would run in packs and leap out at him all at once.

Life is a disease: sexually transmitted, and invariably fatal.

Sometimes we can choose the paths we follow. Sometimes our choices are made for us. And sometimes we have no choice at all.

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.

You’re always you, and that doesn’t change, and you’re always changing, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

We owe it to each other to tell stories.

Ideas are more difficult to kill than people, but they can be killed, in the end.

Words save our lives, sometimes.

When I was a child, adults would tell me not to make things up, warning me of what would happen if I did. As far as I can tell so far, it seems to involve lots of foreign travel and not having to get up too early in the morning.

Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination.

What do stars do? They shine.

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful.

There can be no deep disappointment where there is not deep love.

Talent comes from experience and failure.

No one is completely unhappy at the failure of his best friend.

Humility is not thinking less of yourself, it’s thinking of yourself less.

Every deep thinker is more afraid of being understood than of being misunderstood.

So you’re somebody now, but what’s somebody in a nobody town?

The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul.

Knowing your deepest intention can be your guiding force in the creation of a better life.