This was always the problem with my mother and me, I suddenly realized. There were so many things we thought we agreed on, but anythign can have two meanings. Like sides of a coin, it just matters how it falls.

But all the love in the world won't save a sinking ship. You have to either bail or jump overboard.

Because this is what happens when you try to run from the past. It just doesn’t catch up, it overtakes … blotting out the future.

Lifestyle is an terrible, unpleasant put to not have a very finest buddy.

How weird that must be, to stay the same as everyone else changes.

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 had to wonder whether it was possible that this wasn’t already decided for me, and if maybe, just maybe, this was my one last chance to try and prove it. There was no way to know. There never is. But I reached out and took it anyway.