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.

Heart always wins out over the mind. The heart, although reckless and suicidal and a masochist all on its own, always gets its way.

You were the missing piece of my soul, the breath in my lungs, and the blood in my veins.

There is a stark difference between fear and uncertainty, Sarai. You fear nothing but are uncertain of everything.

I love the smell of Waffle House; it's the smell of freedom, being on the open road and knowing that ninety percent of the people eating around you are also on that road. Truck driver's, road-trippers, hangovers--those who don't live that monotonous life of society slavery.

Coincidence is just the conformist term for fate.