You wouldn't match Melanie and me up, and if we hadn't gotten stuck together as lab partners in junior high science, I doubt if we'd have matched us up either. I'm not sure why we even stuck, except that we each probably find the other to be entertaining...Besides I feel like it was a personal mission of mine to broaden Melanie's world, though I think she felt the same for me.

When you're not sure whether you're in love with someone or not, the answer is not.

Stereotypes are fast and easy, but they are lies, and the truth takes its time.

I guess forgiveness, like happiness, isn’t a final destination. You don’t one day get there and get to stay.

I was like a chocolate in a box, looking well behaved and perfect in place, all the while harboring a secret center.

Love seems to be something to approach with caution, as if you'd come across a wrapped box in the middle of the street and have no idea what it contains.

But then there are the van Goghs and Hemingways and Mozarts, those who feel a hunger so deep, so far down, that greatness lies there too, nestled somewhere within it. Those who get their inner voice and direction from the cool mysterious insides of the moon, and not from the earth like the rest of us.