My dad used to say that living with regrets was like driving a car that only moved in reverse.

When I was little I bragged about my firefighting father: my father would go to heaven, because if he went to hell he would put out all the fires.

The music we listen to may not define who we are. But it’s a damn good start.

She's not classically beautiful, but somehow that only makes her more interesting.

It was nice not having to be the one in control, for a little while. It was nice to be the one who was protected, instead of the one who'd been protecting eveyone else.

She was forced to consider the startling fact that the love of her life might not actually be someone with whom she could spend a lifetime.

There are some nights when you just want to know there's someone else besides you in this wide world.