Bureaucrats do not take kindly to intercessions. Their one satisfaction in life is to keep us waiting in line, begging for that last signature.

Dignitaries may sign treaties, but wars never end. Oil dries and bombs run out, but never a mother's tears.

You know the way a racket’s got a sweet spot? It’s the same with life. That moment when everything connects. Feel it? I’m in the sweet spot, and you’re there with me, and suddenly all the airports and bad calls and sleepless nights make sense: It was only ever about love.

Damian was like Pluto: too distant to see in detail, a speck of light on the outer reaches of our galaxy, always moving. A planet of extremes, its light as hard to penetrate as its darkness. Rock and ice — tough stuff Pluto's made of. It helped to think of Damian that way, a match for any city street. It helped me survive the winter without him.

People who love do the impossible all the time.

Most people spend their whole lives waging war—against people they don't even know. And against themselves, whom they know least of all." from BETWEEN TWO DESERTS

You put your dreams on hold all those years thinking there's a white line painted down the middle of every road. Sometimes there's no road at all.