We always loved to say 'If I'd had a Monday-morning class, I never would have met you'. Or 'If you'd been reading something else, none of this would have happened'. We didn't believe in fate, but we believed in serendipity. We felt very lucky.

When distractions are manifold, it's best to remember what you are supposed to be doing.

Here’s what I know about the realm of possibility— it is always expanding, it is never what you think it is. Everything around us was once deemed impossible. From the airplane overhead to the phones in our pockets to the choir girl putting her arm around the metalhead. As hard as it is for us to see sometimes, we all exist within the realm of possibility. Most of the limits are of our own world’s devising. And yet, every day we each do so many things that were once impossible to us.

I'm not a very happy person," I told him."But sometimes I can trick myself into thinking I am.

I don’t like it when you use my shampoo, because then your hair smells like me, not you.

It is an awful thing to be betrayed by your body. And it’s lonely, because you feel you can’t talk about it.

But I had a feeling I wasn't supposed to find her that way. She was not a needle. This was not a haystack. We were people, and people had ways of finding each other.