“Maybe...you'll fall in love with me all over again."
"Hell," I said, "I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?"
"Yes. I want to ruin you."
"Good," I said. "That's what I want too.”

“All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you: the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was. If you can get so that you can give that to people, then you are a writer.”

“When people talk, listen completely. Most people never listen.”

“There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.”

“All thinking men are atheists.”

“Courage is grace under pressure.”

“It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.”

“Never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified, is not a crime.”

“If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.”

“There's no one thing that's true. It's all true.”

Well we got a small respite from the weather. Wasn't doing anything for about an hour, and now it's starting up again. Sleet and a little snow thrown in for good measure.

“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.”