I never know what you really want, if I can give it to you, or if I’m already too late.

Sharing truth is not the kind of gift that comes in wrapping paper - ripped open once and, there, you're done. No, this is a gift that must be unfolded.

I get it. The things you hope for the most are the things that destroy you in the end.

I guess it's a choice we make," she said. "What's a choice?" I asked. And she said, "How much of the world we let in.

The most understandable thing in the world should be how minutes lead to hours, how hours lead to days, how days can make a year. And yet, this neat progression can still be surprising.

Your life is inescapable. Unless you decide to escape it.

After working for so long on being sure of each other, sure of this thing, suddenly we were unsure again.