What men yearn for they often destroy.

I just finished Colson Whitehead's "The Underground Railroad," which I think is a work of genius.

People want to ignore what they can't understand. They're looking for logic at any cost.

Jill told me that when you're really in love, you know right away. I'm not exactly sure how this happens. Is it like a flash of lightning? Like an angel tapping you on the shoulder? Or is it similar to choosing a puppy? You think you're picking the cutest one, but really you wind up going home with the one who keeps insisting on climbing into your lap.

Some fates are guaranteed, no matter who tries to intervene.

The adults don't know what's happening on the kids' universe and the kids don't know what's happening on the adults' universe

Feel lucky for what you have when you have it. Isn't that the point? Happily ever after doesn't mean happy forever. The ever after, what precisely was that? Your dreams, your life, your death, your everything. Was it the blank space that went on without us? The forever after we were gone?