Open your eyes, train your ears, use your head. If a mind you have, then use it while you can.

What would tomorrow bring? I wondered. Both hands on the wheel, I closed my eyes. I didn’t feel like I was in my own body; my body was just a lonely, temporary container I happened to be borrowing. What would become of me tomorrow I did not know.

Everything. Things you lost. Things you’re gonna lose. Everything. Here’s where it all ties together.

I never plan. I never know what the next page is going to be..... But that's the fun of writing a novel or a story, because I don't know what's going to happen next.

I think most people live in fiction...That's how you keep your fragile body intact.

Chance encounters are what keep us going.

Maybe it's just hiding somewhere. Or gone on a trip to come home. But falling in love is always a pretty crazy thing. It might appear out of the blue and just grab you. Who knows — maybe even tomorrow.