Because if you were the problem, chances were you could also be the solution. The only way to find out was to take another shot.

I was tired of hanging on, taking the torn pieces to make something whole with them.

Because if you were the problem, chances were you could also be the solution. The only way to find out was to take another shot.

Life's too short to worry about the little things. Enjoy what you have today, not what you might get tomorrow

I have boobs!" Chloe said again, a bit too loudly— she'd already had a couple of mini bottles at the Spot. "My boobs are great, goddammit. You know that? They're fantastic! My boobs are amazing.

"I don't know," I said. "What else did you do for your first eighteen years?" "Like I said," he said as I unlocked the car, "I'm not so sure that you should go by my example." "Why not?" "Because I have my regrets," he said. "Also, I'm a guy. And guys do different stuff." "Like ride bikes?" I said. "No," he replied. "Like have food fights. And break stuff. And set off firecrackers on people's front porches. And..." "Girls can't set off firecrackers on people's front porches?" "They can," he said... "But they're smart enough not to. That's the difference."

Look. We both know life is short, Macy. Too short to waste a single second with anyone who doesn't appreciate and value you.