Just so you know, when they say "once upon a time"....they're lying. It's not once upon a time. Its not even twice upon a time. It's hundreds of times, over and over, every time someone opens up the pages of this dusty old book.

Safety is relative. You can be so close to shore that you can practically feel it under your feet, when you suddenly find yourself breaking apart on the rocks.

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

Life can change in an instant; don't be so worried about the future that you forget to celebrate what you have right now.

Or. I hate that word. It’s two letters long and stuffed to the gills with reasonable doubt.

He began to trace a pattern on the table with the nail of his thumb. "She kept saying she wanted to keep things exactly the way they were, and that she wished she could stop everything from changing. She got really nervous, like, talking about the future. She once told me that she could see herself now, and she could also see the kind of life she wanted to have - kids, husband, suburbs, you know - but she couldn't figure out how to get from point A to point B.

Or in other words, it's the substance you've got when you start that determines the outcome.