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

Relationships dont always make sense. Especially from the outside

In the end, though, maybe it's not how you reach a place that matters. Just that you get there at all.

"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."

When you don't know where you're going, maybe it wasn't such a bad thing to have more than you need.

The thing about Wes," Delia said to me, unwrapping another package of turkey, "is that he thinks he can fix anything. And if he can't fix it, he can at least do something with the pieces of what's broken.

Oh darling, don't be bitter. It's the first instinct of the weak.