I wanted to tell him so. Find the right words, string them together in the ideal way, knowing that here they would have the best chance of sounding perfect.

People don't change. If anything, you get more set in your ways as you get older, not less

My point is, there are a lot of people in the world. No one ever sees everything the same way you do; it just doesn't happen. So when you find one person who gets a couple of things, especially if they're important ones... you might as well hold on to them. You know?

Life's too short to worry about the little things. Enjoy what you have today, not what you might get tomorrow

I wondered if emotions were like menstrual cycles, if you get enough women together. Give it time, and everyone was crying.

It was like those songs I'd heard as a child, each so familiar, and all mine. When i got older and realized the words were sad, the stories tragic, it didn't make me love them any less. By then they were already part of me, woven into my conciousness & memory

It was like when you ripped a piece of paper into two: no matter how you tried, the seams never fit exactly right again.