We carry around in our heads these pictures of what our lives are supposed to look like, painted by the brush of out intentions. It's the great, deep secret of humanity that in the end none of our lives look the way we thought they would. As much as we wish to believe otherwise, most of life is a reaction to circumstances.

But more than brave, you have love. And love is brave.

I've come to know that what we want in life is the greatest indication of who we really are (p. 331).

Nothing heals the soul like chocolate ... It's God's apology for broccoli.

The depth of love is revealed in its departure.

So much of young adult literature has turned dark, almost pathological. It's almost as if there is a race to see who can be the most dysfunctional.

The most difficult of decisions are often not the ones in which we cannot determine the correct course; rather the ones in which we are certain of the path but fear the journey.