Traveling isn't something you're good at. It's something you do. Like breathing.

So let's hear another one of your irrational fears. Mia grasped me by the arms and pulled herself in to my chest, like she was burrowing her body into mine. "I'm scared of losing you," she said in the faintest of voices." I pushed her away so I could see her face and kissed the top of her forehead. "I said 'irrational' fears. Because that's not gonna happen.

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

Is that what death would feel like? The nicest, warmest, heaviest never-ending nap? If that’s what it’s like, I wouldn’t mind.

Pictures can be pretty deceptive.

Sometimes the wind blows you places you weren't expecting: sometimes it blows you away from those places, too.

Girlfriend is such a stupid word. I couldn't stand calling her that. So, we had to get married, so I could call her 'wife.