You know the minute you stop thinking about it, it'll happen.

You know, feeling and action are always linked, one can't exist without the other. It's sort of a hippie thing.

But something, somehow, had made all these paths converge. You couldn't find it on a checklist, or work it into the equation. It just happened.

Sometimes, we just have to be happy with what people can offer us. Even if it's not what we want, at least it's something.

I wondered again why the right thing always seemed to be met with so much resistance, when you'd think it would be the easier path. You had to fight to be virtuous.

The thing is I'm a great believer in the perfect moment. They don't come around that often.

It's funny how two people can grow up in the same town, go to the same school, have the same friends, and end up so totally different. Family, or lack of it, counts for more than you'd think.