Do you do that a lot? Move on?" "Maybe. But only because I travel a lot." She taps put a beat on the steering wheel, audible only to herseld. "Or maybe you travel a lot because it lets you move on." "Perhaps." ........ I look out the window. The jungle is everywhere. I look back at her. "Can you move on from something when you're not sure what it is you're moving on from?

Sometimes the best way to find out what you’re supposed to do is by doing the thing you’re not supposed to do.

Suddenly, it's all too much. Bryn and the bump watch. Vanessa with my high school yearbook. The idea that nothing's sacred. Everything's fodder. That my life belongs to anyone but me.

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

I have a feeling that once you live through something like this, you become a little bit invincible.

Because if time can be fluid, then maybe something that is just one day can go on indefinitely

I know that all the magic kisses in the world probably couldn't have helped him today. But I would do anything to have been able to give him one.