“When asked why I write, I say it is why I breathe. How I make my heart beat with life. It must be done so I can exist.” The Man With the Green Suitcase”

“I feel you. Inside. In the parts of me I crushed the night my mother died. No matter how I tried to keep you out, you got in and I couldn't let you leave me behind. So listen to me when I say this. My life is yours. You're the reason I'll stay alive. The only goddamn reason.”

“Within his orbit, I was nothing but a flat noodle. And I don't know how much longer I can keep this up.”

“I hate you. You are the reason fungus exists. You are the slime that grows in swamps that even acid can’t break down—”“How long do you plan to keep this up, Rhubarb?”“Why?”“Because I was going to hail down a bottle of beer and I figured you might get thirsty having your mouth open so much.”“Make it a white wine and I’ll keep it short.”“No, you won’t, but it might slow you down. Be right back.”

“Im thankful for this moment coz i know that i grow a day older and see how this sentimental fool can be”

“She gazed back at him, her mouth open, gasping for air. Her white blouse rose and fell with each panting breath. She shook her head. “No. We can’t. I’m sorry.”His gut twisted. He wanted to shout, “Why? Why can I never have what I want—just once?”

“How to be a great teacher: Know your students. Know your subject. Make it relevant. Teach in an organized place, in an organized way. Encourage curiosity. Ask the questions: Who? What? When? Where? Why? How? Time is priceless. Care.”