I wondered about the explorers who'd sailed their ships to the end of the world. How terrified they must have been when they risked falling over the edge; how amazed to discover, instead, places they had seen only in their dreams.

Well I talk a little about that, but I don't admit that from the beginning I knew we were not meant to be together.

There is nothing worse than silence, strung like heavy beads on too delicate a conversation.

It's never the differences between people that suprise us. It's the things that, against all odds, we have in common.

This is when I realize that Anna has already left the table, and more importantly, that nobody noticed.

Sometimes I think the human heart is just a simple shelf. There is only so much you can pile onto it before something falls off an edge and you are left to pick up the pieces.

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.