As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.

It's fine," I repeated. And whatever. It was fine. It had to be.

Maybe life is not about accomplishing some bullshit markers.

Love is keeping the promise anyway.

You can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, but you can’t pick your friend’s nose.

Maybe this time she wanted to be found, and to be found by me.

Hey Pudge," the Colonel said. "What do you think of a truce?" "It reminds me of when the Germans demanded that the U.S. surrender at the Battle of the Bulge," I said. "I guess I'd say to this truce offer what General McAuliffe said to that one: Nuts.