Ultimately, it's my choice and only my choice.

I wonder if the ocean smells different on the other side of the world.

Coincidence is just the conformist term for fate.

Parents have this twisted belief that anyone under the age of about twenty simply can’t know what love is, like the age to love is assessed in the same way the law assesses the legal age to drink. They think that the ‘emotional growth’ of a teenager’s mind is too underdeveloped to understand love, to know if it’s ‘real’ or not.

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

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're like a philosopher with tattoos.