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Pg. 162-163

We had to survive to remember. Otherwise everything we were would disappear. Those people we loved would fade as though we'd never loved them, as if they'd never walked and talked and burned. Forgetting them was the real evil. That was the hole of darkness.

Please Stop Laughing at Me

Pg. 237

Am I going to be this way for the rest of my life, always waiting for something bad to happen? Will I never truely be able to trust anyone? I worry that when I'm older, I'll be so afraid that people won't like me that I'll have trouble believing it when they actually do.

Please Stop Laughing At Me

Pg. 159

"You don't get to pick who you are in this life, but you can decide what you become."

the Secret Life of Bees

Pg. 255-256: truth vs lies

"Knowing can be a curse on a person's life,"

"Which one took the most strength to carry around? It was a ridiculous question, though, because once you know the truth, you can't ever go back and pick up your suitcase of lies. Heavier or not, the truth is yours now"

Secret Life of Bees

Pg. 188

"In life there are things you can't get over no matter how hard you try..."

Secret Life of Bees

Pg. 147

"You know, some things don't matter that much, Lily. Like the color of a house. How big is that in the overall scheme of life? But lifting a persons heart - now that matters. The whole problem with people is -"

"They don't know what matters and what doesn't," I said, filling in her sentence and feeling proud of myself for doing so.

"I was gonna say, The problem is they know what matters, but they don't choose it. You know how hard that is, Lily? I love May, but it was still so hard to choose Caribbean Pink. The hardest thing on earth is choosing what matters."

Terms of Endearment

Pg. 118

Flights of gulls were going over and the smell of the nearby ocean mingled with the smell of the tall coastal grass in a pleasant way.

Mmm how that reminds me of S.F. sometimes. Love it.

Seize the Night

My entire life has been a heavily mortgaged enterprise.
But so is yours. Eventually foreclosure awaits all of us. More likely than not, I'll receive my notice before you do, though yours, too, is in the mail.
Nevertheless, until the postman comes, be happy. There is no other rational response but happiness. Despair is a foolish squandering of precious time.

From the Corner of his Eye

Pg. 684

The words of Robert Louis Stevenson, well read, poured another time and place into the room as smoothly as lemonade pouring from pitcher into glass.


P. 538

..All the men of the sea must have been reaching for bottles of rum to celebrate the fruit-punch sky: ripe cherries in the west, blood oranges overhead, clustered grapes dark purple in the east.


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