But I am learning that perfection isn't what matters. In fact, it's the very thing that can destroy you if you let it.

I like to match what I wear to my book jacket - it's a little bit cheesy, but it's my thing.

Then he asks if he can kiss me. It is a question I don’t usually like. Just do it, I always think.

I don’t know. She was a sweet girl. As sweet as they come. I don’t know why I didn’t love her. It’s something you can’t really control.

He who fails to plan, plans to fail.

The whole "misery loves company" thing never applies more than when you're breaking up. The thought that the other person is doing fine is simply too much to bear.

I have one final hope, If I get double sixes, maybe he will change his mind, come back to me. As if to cast a magic spell, I blow on the dice just as Dex did...Just as it happened with our first roll, one die lands before its mate. On a six! I hold my breath. For a brief second, I see a mess of dots, and think I have boxcars again. I kneel, staring at the second die. It is onle a five. I have rolled an eleven, It is as if someone is mocking me, saying, Close, but no dice.