I just want you to know that I love you with everything I am—a million times a million and to the moon and back.

— Laura Miller

I’ll save a spot for you on the hood of my truck.

— Laura Miller

I set my face toward the sun again, and I think about my old life—the one I feel as though I’ve abandoned somehow. It hurts to think of it that way. And even though I know it wasn’t perfect, I look back now, and all I see is perfection. Every soft whisper, every spoken word, every gentle touch—it’s all perfect. Time won’t let me see it otherwise. They’re all just perfect memories—perfect, untouchable moments that came and went so softly that they almost feel as if they were always just a dream.

— Laura Miller

Just remember, the single most important thing in this world is love. You find it, you fight for it.

— Laura Miller

Life didn’t go how I had planned, but I couldn’t have planned a better life. Somewhere in between the beginning and eternity, I fought the war that we all must fight–the journey that in taking, forces us to come face to face with our own realities.

— Laura Miller

Lit chat, however, is single-minded. Seemingly, it can only conceive of a writer’s persona as one thing at a time: a prick, a detached brainier, a suffering saint. Lit chat is adamant, yes, and impervious to factual challenges, but that tends to be true of all strong opinions formed on a basis of incomplete and selective evidence. The weaker our footing, the more fiercely we defend it. We believe it not because it fits what we know—we know next to nothing, after all—but because we need to believe this particular thing at this particular time, regardless of what the truth may be. It suits our purposes to do so, and one of those purposes may be as flimsy as the desire to be excused from reading the books in question before telling the world what we think of them.

— Laura Miller

Little girl, little boy If love has a waybill their fields with laughter And scatter the sun on their Dayan if it should happen to rainmaker their raindrops kisses Straight from heaven above That touch their hands and faces And that fill them with Loveland make the moon reflect their smiles And their stars plenty And, above all, keep them together And hold them as you may Forever and ever Until their last day.

— Laura Miller

Maybe everything really does just have an expiration date—one that you can’t see until she tells you she’s leaving, and then she’s gone.

— Laura Miller

Maybe we knew each other in another life. Or maybe we were just meant to find each other in this one.

— Laura Miller

More than every once in a while, More than most dreams, More than just my heart, More than anything, More than you know, And more than I can say, I’ve loved you more Every passing day

— Laura Miller