I think when you fall in love, like true love, it’s love for life. All the rest is just experiences and delusions.

I could die in this bed with him right now, wrapped in his arms and I would never know that I had died.

Promise me that if I ever get Alzheimer’s or dementia, and I don’t remember anyone that you’ll visit me every day and read to me like Noah read to Allie.

A bus ride is like being in another world.

She sticks her tongue out at me and crosses her eyes. Not sure why that made me want to do her in the backseat, but to each his own, I guess.

Everybody starts out as strangers.

But the heart has a mind of its own and it always gets what it wants, especially when it's dying.