I want to believe there is a somebody out there for me. I want to believe that I exist to be there for that somebody.

Why do you lie" I ask her. "To block the truth." Fair enough. Naomi goes on. "Where did we get it in our heads that we need truth all the time? Sometimes lies are nice, you know? You don't have to know the truth all the time. It's too exhausting.

How would I ever know when that moment was right, when expectation met anticipation and formed...connection?

Everyone on this island wants something kept quiet. I want to roar

There was no word in the dictionary adequate to describe the sensation other than sensational.

That’s what I like about sports. No matter if everyone playing the game speaks completely different languages, on the field, or the court, wherever they are playing, the language of moves and passes and scores is all the same. Universal.

The important people in our lives leave imprints. They may stay or go in the physical realm, but they are always there in your heart, because they helped form your heart. There's no getting over that.