That's the problem with having a moral code. We want to destroy the jerkish part of the jerks, but we want to save the human being underneath.

Once the storm comes out, the landscape changes. What you had before is altered in some way. And you have a choice: build something new and better from what is left or abandon it.

Once you experience enormity, it lingers everywhere you look, and want to be every word you say.

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.

Be careful what you're doing, because no one is ever who you want them to be.

Is that all we need? Can the way we say each other's names encompass all our history, all our love, all our fear, all our fights, all our reunions, all of what we know about each other, all of what we don't know?

It's only a game if there is an absence of meaning. And we've already gone too far for that.