“We spent our lives making livings.”

“I love you also means I love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I...”

“Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.”

“If there is no love in the world, we will make a new world, and we will give it walls, and we will furnish it with soft, red interiors, from the inside out, and give it a knocker that resonates lik...”

“You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.”

“I think and think and think, Ive thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.”

“There's a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they're absolutely free. Don't miss so many of them.”

“A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.”

“When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be aliveto breathe, to think, to enjoy, to lovethen make that day count!”

“...I do come home at Christmas. We all do, or we all should. We all come home, or ought to come home, for a short holiday - the longer, the better - from the great boarding-school, where we are for...”

“He went to the church, and walked about the streets, and watched the people hurrying to and for, and patted the children on the head, and questioned beggars, and looked down into the kitchens of ho...”

“The Christmas presents once opened are Not So Much Fun as they were while we were in the process of examining, lifting, shaking, thinking about, and opening them. Three hundred sixty-five days late...”

“The traveler knows the grace of travel.”

“Man, you should write a book.I know. You couldnt make this stuff up, could you?”

“And Siobhan says people go on holidays to see new things and relax, but it wouldnt make me relaxed and you can see new things by looking at earth under a microscope or drawing the shape of the soli...”