You know, there are easier ways to meet a guy than to run him over.
Safe, I decided, didn't leave much room for fun.
I didn't know that the world could be so mind-blowingly beautiful.
If there was one thing I refused to be, it was an insignificant footnote in some boy's history.
There is real comfort in being quiet.
Inertia is so easy—don't fix what's not broken. Leave well enough alone. So we end up accepting what is broken, mistaking complaining for action, procrastinating for deliberation.