Accidents. It's all about the accidents.

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?

Once the options increase, settling on one becomes harder.

I don't know how to be a friend. I don't know how to be anything.

It's funny the things you think you're scared of until they're upon you, and then you're not.

I want to make her cry and then lick up the tears.

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