Sometimes you make choices in life and sometimes choices make you.

But the you who you are tonight is the same you I was in love with yesterday, the same you I’ll be in love with tomorrow.

...the world feels so big when you're out in the wide open. It's like you don't have a place in it when you don't have a home." "Your place is right here," I whispered, laying down and hugging her close.

I know. So, I was angry with you. I didn't know why. I was angry with the world. I did know why. I hated all my therapists for being useless. I was this little ball of self-destructive fury, and none of them could do anything but tell me that I was a little ball of self-destructive fury. [...] I knew I was angry. Tell me what to do with that anger, please.

I get it now. I have to make good on my promise. To let her go. To really let her go. To let us both go.

Neither sleet nor rain nor a half inch of snow will compel me to dress like a lumberjack.

I like French fries," I say. I like French fries? I sound like a slow child in a made-for-TV movie.