love is ... something extraordinary that happens to ordinary people.

I thought about how one tiny decision can change a life. A decision that takes only a split second to make.

And she thought then how strange it was that disaster--the sort of disaster that drained the blood from your body and took the air out of your lungs and hit you again and again in the face--could be at times, such a thing of beauty.

And so a person can never promise to love someone forever because you never know what might come up, what terrible thing the person you love might do.

There are more experiences in life than you’d think for which there are no words.

I guess that's the point of drinking, to take all the feelings and thoughts and morals away until you are just a body doing what a body will do.

The things that don't happen to us that we'll never know didn't happen to us. The nonstories. The extra minute to find the briefcase that makes you late to the spot where a tractor trailer mauled another car instead of yours. The woman you didn't meet because she couldn't get a taxi to the party you had to leave early from. All of life is a series of nonstories if you look at it that way. We just don't know what they are.