What are we after all our dreams, after all our memories?

It's the first line in your book. I always thought there was a lot of truth in that. Or maybe that's what my English teacher said. I can't really remember. I read it last semester." - Your parents must be so proud you can read." - They are. They bought me a pony and everything when I did a book report on Cat in the Hat.

For desert, maybe we can split a couple of crumbs.

Trust me on this: no one is better off alone.

The saddest people I've met in my life are the ones who don't care deeply about anything at all .

He closed his eyes as she put her hand on his shoulder, and in that instant, nothing else mattered. Not the song, not the place, not the other couples around him. Only this, only her. He gave himself over to the feel of her body as it pressed against him, and they moved slowly in small circles on the sawdust-strewn floor, lost in a world that felt as though it had been created for just the two of them.

Maybe I don't want to be defined by what I do. Maybe I'd like to be defined by what I am.