There's almost always a point in a book where something happens that triggers the rest of the plot.

Some people are like blue jeans- the older and more beat up they get, the better they look.

You know people don't get better as we get older- we just get more of who we are.

People who truly love us can be divided into two categories: those who understand us, and those who forgive us our worst sins. Rarely do you find someone capable of both.

Coffee on an airplane always smells bad. Whenever it is served, suddenly the whole cabin stinks of it.

Both young children and old people have a lot of time on their hands. That's probably why they get along so well.

Part of life is a quest to find that one essential person who will understand our story. But we choose wrongly so often. Over the ensuing years that person we thought understood us best ends up regarding us with pity, indifference, or active dislike. Those who truly care can be divided into two categories: those who understand us, and those who forgive our worst sins. Rarely do we find someone capable of both.