Or that I couldn't stand to watch anything bad happen to you, because it was like it was happening to me too. Is that love?

The nurse knocked softly on the door of the examining room and wheeled in a shiny silver tray displaying neatly arranged instruments of torture.

But you can’t live your life worried about dying all the time. If you do, you’re dead already.

It was better that we never apologized to each other. Then we'd be admitting that we were wrong and we owed each other something. That's where people got into trouble.

Boys are two years behind girls in maturity level.

Your lot in life? A lot is something you draw, like straws. It's chance. You didn't get this life by chance. You chose it on purpose. If you're dissatisfied from it, you can change it.

How did we get to this place where we had to be tough all the time and never said how much we loved each other?