You just looked..." she said, searching for the word, "taken, you know? Plus you hardly reacted to Wes. I mean, you did alittle, but nothing like most girls. It was a little swoon. Not a sa-woon, you know?" I said, "Sa-woon? Oh, come on," she said shaking her head. "Even a blind girl could tell he is amazing.

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

From what I could see, the hardwood was just fine. Then again, I'd just see a windmill and an open sky, too, never feeling the need to conquer either. You think it's all obvious and straightforward, this world. But really, it's all in who is doing the looking.

Everything, in the end, comes down to timing. One second, one minute, one hour could make all the difference.

I couldn't tell her. I couldn't tell anyone. As long as I didn't say it aloud, it wasn't real.

If you expect the worst, you'll never be disappointed.

That was the thing about being alone, in theory or in principle. Whatever happened - good, bad, or anywhere in between - it was always, if nothing else, all your own.