I believe that worrying about a bad thing prepares you for it when it comes. If you worry, the bad thing doesn't hit you as hard. You can roll with the punch if you see it coming.

Months are different in college, especially freshman year. Too much happens. Every freshman month equals six regular months—they're like dog months.

The me that's me right now is yours. Always.

I wonder…,” she said, “if there was such a thing as time machines, would anyone ever use them to go to the future?

You look like a protagonist.

But the explanations fell apart in her hands. Everything true was too hard to write--he was too much to lose. Everything she felt for him was too hot to touch.

Nothing before you counts,” he said. “And I can’t even imagine an after.