Failing sucks. But it's better than the alternative." "Which is?" "Not even trying." Now he did look at me, straight on. "Life's short, you know?

There's something nice about the silence of a car ride in the dark, going home. When you were tired of the radio and conversation, and it was okay to just be alone with your thoughts and the road ahead. If you're that comfortable with someone, you don't have to talk.

I'd chosen instead to just change my route, go miles out of the way, as if avoiding it would make it go away once and for all.

When you don't know where you're going, maybe it wasn't such a bad thing to have more than you need.

The true story...is the realization that no time in your life is ever perfect, that even the best memories have cracks you might not see.

Whenever something great happens, you’re always kind of poised for the universe to correct itself.

From this distance, in the dimness, the model looked surreal, made up of parts filled with buildings, bordered by long stretches of empty space. It reminded me of the way cities and towns look when you are flying at night. You can't make out much. But the places where people have come together, and stayed, are collections of tiny lights, breaking up the darkness.