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

Okay, maybe this was the meant to be: the universe I knew, loved nothing more than balance.

Stains are even worse when you're the only one who can see them.

The line between true self and feigned self is blurred on all sides. Which I think is a rather handy metaphor for falling in love.

A long flight. Jetlag. Immigration. Customs. And then finally, that first step into a new place, that moment of exhilaration and disorientation, each feeding the other. That moment when anything can happen

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

We'll tell our secrets to the dark"-Adam "Okay"-Mia "So let's hear another of your irrational fears"-Adam "I'm scared of losing you"-Mia "I said 'irrational' fears. Because that's not gonna happen"-Adam "It still scares me"- Mia