Fate has a strange way of making plans.

..I've been trying to argue myself into thinking these things don't matter, A. Really,I have. But I've lost the argument. And I can't keep having it, when I know what the real answer is.

Because sometimes you just have to dance like a madman in the Self-Help section of your local bookstore.

Moments into minutes. Minutes into hours. Hours into days. Days into years. Years into possibility. This will linger.

It was a laugh that came from the tip of his toes, gaining force and soul as it traveled through his body and out into the world in mirthful bursts. There wasn't anything fake about it; it was an amusement park of a laugh, and when it appeared, you wanted to jump on board.

If we actually thought about every decision we made, we'd be paralyzed ... You have to decide which decisions you're actually going to make, and then you have to let the rest of them go.

I have already spent roughly five thousand hours asleep next to you. This has to mean something.