"You ready to play?" Dave asked, bouncing it. "I don't know," I said. "Are you going to cheat?" "It's street ball!" He said checking it to me. "Show me that love." So chessy, i thought. But as i felt it, solid against my hands, i did feel something. I wasn't sure it was love. Maybe what remained of it, though, whatever that might be. "All right," I said. "Let's play."

Harder to get in than out, like so little else.

I know you guys have some sort of weird thing going on, with that game you play and everything—" "It's called a friendship.

It's all in the view. That's what I mean about forever, too. For any one of us our forever could end in an hour, or a hundred years from now. You never know for sure, so you'd better make every second count.

It's so, so stupid what we do to ourselves because we're afraid. It's so stupid.

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.

Failing sucks. But it's better than the alternative." "Which is?" "Not even trying." Now he did look at me, straight on. "Life's short, you know?