I've never been convinced that everything in a relationship needs to be talked about. Some things can't be fixed by a conversation

Sam was waiting for her,his gaze sweeping over her. "Looks great." "I look like a geek," Lucy said. "I smell like a brewery. And I need a bra." "My dream date.

But I hadn't known what love was. And I wondered how you could ever be sure, when you thought you loved someone, if you really did.

Fate is the malevolent little jester sitting up in the heavens and pondering over how ridiculous we humans are and he does his best to make fools out of all of us. And sooner or later he succeeds.

Sometimes silence was easiest, when the only word left was good-bye.

But sometimes normal just isn't happening. Sometimes crazy feels too good to resist.

It was often in small moments that significant things were revealed.