I don't want to fall. All I want to do is stand on solid ground.

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

There has to be a moment at the beginning when you wonder whether you’re in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself.

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

If there's one thing I've learned, it's this: We all want everything to be okay. We don't even wish so much for fantastic or marvelous or outstanding. We will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough.

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

But I think we both knew, even then, that what we had was something even more rare, and even more meaningful. I was going to be his friend, and was going to show him possibilities. And he, in turn, would become someone I could trust more than myself.