It's not what I'd want for at my funeral. When I die, I just want them to plant me somewhere warm. And then when the pretty women walk over my grave I would grab their ankles, like in that movie.

I'm going to go home. Everything is going to be normal again. Boring again. Wonderful again.

It is a fool's prerogative to utter truths that no one else will speak.

I remember making that vow, the one not to forget. Not to remember what happened, but to remember who I was and how I felt.

He felt her heart beating against his chest. The moment began to transmute, and he wondered if there was something he should do. He wondered if he should kiss her. He wondered if he wanted to kiss her, and he realized that he truly didn't know.

That doesn't happen," she explained. "Stars fall. They don't go back up again." "You could be the first," he told her.

What do stars do? They shine.