I couldn't remember ordinary moments, only the ones that had made an impression. Ordinary moments were the ones that fell away first.

It's as if when you love someone, they become your reason. And maybe I've gotten it backward, maybe it's just because I need a reason that I find myself falling in love with her. But I don't think that's it. I think I would have continued along, oblivious, if I hadn't happened to meet her.

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 important thing is for the characters to feel real, and to be given the humanity they are due. That granting of humanity is what separates a full portrait from a stereotype.

People are rarely as attractive in reality as they are in the eyes of the people who are in love with them. Which is, I suppose, as it should be.

She is my first and only love. Most people know that their first love will not be their only love. But for me, she is both.

We found out a long time ago that we weren’t meant to fall in love with each other. But a part of me still fell in hope with him.