There is no cosmic scale on which you can weigh your actions; you learn too late what choices ruin the fragile balance.

When a freedom is taken away from you, I suppose, you recognize it as a privilege, not a right.

You have everything. A family, a great job, a lot of people who look up to you. You've got a place to go home to. So go.

Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.

What could you give me," I ask, my voice shaking, "to make me forget ... that you forgot about me?

And if your parents have you for a reason, then that reason better exist. Because once it's gone, so are you.

That's what love is. It's some power greater than you and me, that draws us to one special person