I paused, only just now realizing that the subject was hitting a little close to home. "You know, getting hurt. Putting herself out there, opening up to someone." Yeah," he said adding some cheese straws to the cart, "but risk is just part of relationships. Sometimes they work, sometimes they don't." I picked up a box of cheese straws, examining it. "Yeah," I said. "But it's not all about chance, either.

Nah," I said. "But if it does, just tell him I said to get back on the bike." "What?" "He'll understand.

Only a real asshole takes liberties with someone else's car stereo. That's serious.

Fall in love with someone who truly deserves your heart. Not with someone who plays with it.

I just thought to my self, all of a sudden, that we had something in common. A natural chemistry, if you will. And I had a feeling that something big was going to happen. To both of us. That we were, in fact, meant to be together.

There was something so heavy about the burden of history, of the past. I wasn't sure I had it in me to keep looking back.

Just because something's damaged doesn't mean it shouldn't be treated with respect.' 'Ad,' Wallace said, 'it's a coffee table, not an orphan.