I think there are crossroads in our lives when we make grand, sweeping decisions without even realizing it.

I used to believe everything my brother told me, because he was older and I figured he knew more about the world. But as it turns out, being a grown-up doesn’t mean you’re fearless. It just means you fear different things.

When I'm with you, bells go off in my head like a moving truck that's backing up.

It is so strange, to encounter an ex. It's as if you're in a foreign film, and what you're saying face-to-face has nothing to do with the subtitles flowing beneath you. We are so careful not to touch, although once upon a time, I slept plastered to him in our bed, like lichen on a rock. We are two strangers who knows every shameful secret, every hidden freckle, every fatal flaw in each other.

Campbell" Julia says "Don't do this to me" "Do what?" "Push me off the same cliff twice

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

Mistakes are like the memories you hide in an attic: old love letters from relationships that tanked, photos of dead relatives, toys from a childhood you miss. Out of sight is out of mind, but somewhere deep inside you know they still exist. And you also know that you're avoiding them.