He pulls me around and kisses me. "You're Mac," he says. "And I'm Jericho. And nothing else matters. Never will. You exist in a place that is beyond all rules for me. Do you understand that?" I do. Jericho Barrons just told me he loves me.

The most confused we ever get is when we're trying to convince our heads of something our heart knows is a lie.

Irony, perfect definition: that for which I want to possess it, I would no longer want once I possessed it.

The nerve. Threatening you and not being precise about it.

I make a new discovery that totally blows; dying is the easy part. It's coming back to life that sucks.

It's often only in the lies we refuse to speak that any truth can be heard at all.

One of the primary tenets of the course was that highly successful leaders kept journals, morning and night, in order to stay tightly focused on their goals.