But will you miss me? More importantly - will I miss you? Does either one of us really want to hear the answer to that question?

I have only known her for two years. But if you took every memory, every moment, if you stretched them end to end-they'd reach forever.

I don’t think anyone who falls in love has a choice. You’re just pulled to that person like true north, whether it’s good for you or bound to break your heart.

There is no one truth. There’s only what happened, based on how you perceive it.

[There's a] point where you have to leave the dough alone. It's silly to anthropomorphize bread, but I love the fact that it needs to sit quietly, to retreat from touch and noise and drama, in order to evolve. I have to admit, I often feel that way myself.

I was starting to see that what looks like garbage from one angle might be art from another. Maybe it did take a crisis to get to know yourself; maybe you needed to get whacked hard by life before you understood what you wanted out of it.

You didn't get past something like that, you go through it -- and for that reason alone, I understood more about her than she ever would have guessed.