No: What the heck happened? Or: Why did you go from nearly kissing me to tossing me across your yard and into the patio furniture?

We meet the people we’re supposed to when the time is just right.

Because if you're gonna make someone choose, then you shouldn't be surprised when they don't choose you.

You can’t go back, Ever. You can’t change the past. It just is. . . . This is our destiny. Not yours.

Family dinner. Seven-thirty sharp. Tie optional. Straight-jacker required.

There is an old and very wise Native American saying: Every time you point a finger in scorn—there are three remaining fingers pointing right back at you.

It's not that kind of love. It's the real kind. The unconditional kind. The nonjudgemental kind. Not the physical kind. I love you as a fellow soul who inhabits this earth. I love you as a fellow immortal. I love you because I finally understand what made you the way you are. And if I could change it, I would. But I can't—so I choose to love you instead. And my hope is that my acceptance of you will spur you to do something good too, but if not—" I shrug. "At least I can say I tried.