...you Don't Need Ghosts To Be Haunted.

There Comes A Point When You Just Love Someone. Not Because They're Good, Or Bad, Or Anything Really. You Just Love Them. It Doesn't Mean You'll Be Together Forever. It Doesn't Mean You Won't Hurt Each Other. It Just Mean You Love Them. Sometimes In Spite Of Who They Are, And Sometimes Because Of Who They Are. And You Know That They Love You, Sometimes Because Of Who You Are, And Sometimes In Spite Of It.

I'm More Influenced By My Own Interests Than Anyone Else's. Writers Have To Entertain Themselves, Or They Can't Entertain Anyone Else

You Cannot Die Of Grief, Though It Feels As If You Can. A Heart Does Not Actually Break, Though Sometimes Your Chest Aches As If It Is Breaking. Grief Dims With Time. It Is The Way Of Things. There Comes A Day When You Smile Again, And You Feel Like A Traitor. How Dare I Feel Happy. How Dare I Be Glad In A World Where My Father Is No More. And Then You Cry Fresh Tears, Because You Do Not Miss Him As Much As You Once Did, And Giving Up Your Grief Is Another Kind Of Death.

People Are Supposed To Fear The Unknown, But Ignorance Is Bliss When Knowledge Is So Damn Frightening.

Oh, Ma Petite, You Are Growing Gargantuan." I Looked At Him And It Was Not A Friendly Look. "never Tease A Woman About Her Weight, Jean-claude. At Least Not An American Twentieth-century One." He Spread His Hands Wide. "my Deepest Apologies." "when You Apologize, Try Not To Smile At The Same Time. It Ruins The Effect.