"Writers fish for the right words like fishermen fish for, um, whatever those aquatic creatures with fins and gills are called."
"With my last breath, I’ll exhale my love for you. I hope it’s a cold day, so you can see what you meant to me."
"How’s my mom? My mother’s well, like a painting—a Motherwell."
"You could empty the trash and my love for you still wouldn’t fit inside. But just because it won’t fit, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t empty the trash."
"Tomorrow is promised to no man, though I’m under the impression I have an earthly meeting with God on the day after tomorrow. So that’s nice."
"I want to go to Martha’s Vineyard. I have an aunt named Martha. And an uncle by that name. Neither one is related to me."