Do you still love me, Janie?' Janie stares at him, incredulous. 'Yes, of course! I don't say it lightly.' 'Say it lightly in my ear,' he demands. She smiles, rests her soft cheek on his scratchy one, and whispers it. 'I love you, Cabe.

No rash decisions. No big commitments. Each day as it comes.

It's the intent, not the word, that makes something harsh.

Just stand. Bend. Balance.

Because there's no way on earth she's going to make it through college unless she grows some serious ovaries and turns this train wreck around

She sits in the driveway, freezing, for thirty-six minutes. Arguing with herself. Because she thinks she's in love with him too. And there are two ways she can be a fool in love right now. She chooses the harder one. And knocks on the door.

With practice, you will master your own dreams.