No relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater.

You know, feeling and action are always linked, one can't exist without the other. It's sort of a hippie thing.

I reached up with my finger and traced the scar over my eyebrow, remembering when that was the greatest hurt I'd ever known.

So it just wasn't in my house. Anywhere, I looked like I knew about the toilet.

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

But unfriendly is usually one of those things you pick up on right away. You know, like B.O. There's no hiding it if it's there.

"I don't know," I said. "What else did you do for your first eighteen years?" "Like I said," he said as I unlocked the car, "I'm not so sure that you should go by my example." "Why not?" "Because I have my regrets," he said. "Also, I'm a guy. And guys do different stuff." "Like ride bikes?" I said. "No," he replied. "Like have food fights. And break stuff. And set off firecrackers on people's front porches. And..." "Girls can't set off firecrackers on people's front porches?" "They can," he said... "But they're smart enough not to. That's the difference."