Sometimes I’ve even wished there was a human pause button, where you could choose some point in your life where you could stay always.

Maybe it was wrong, or maybe impossible, but I wanted the truth to be one thing. One solid thing.

The scariest part of forever is that nothing is.

I put the guitar back in the case. I can't even look at it anymore. Instead, I want to make brownies. I want an end result there's a recipe for. I want to combine eggs and water and oil and chocolate and flour and sugar and vanilla and get something fulfilling.

The six rules of maybe 1. respect the power of hope and possibilites. Begin with beleif. Hold onto it. 2. If you known where you want to go, you're already half way there. Know what you desire but, more imporantly, why you desire it. Then go. 3. hopes and dreams and heart's desires require a clear path-get out of your own way 4. Place hope carefully in your own hands and in the hands of others 5. Persist, if necessary 6. That said, most importantly-know when you've reached an end, Quit, give up, do it with courage. Giving up is not failing-it's the chance to begin again.

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

A person who says "it's your decision" is informing you that your decision sucks.