“Why was it that whenever I started to not detest him, he did something like this?”

“I slid over to the edge of the bed and leaned back, letting my hair fall onto him."Ack!" he cried. "Don't scare me like that!”

“Maybe the only reason I like him is because I had a crush on him for so long it became a part of me.”

“For some reason, he belonged more in Wisconsin. Because of me, because I was there. Not that I ever managed to talk to him for more than ten minutes, and not that I ever had the nerve to ask him out. But still, I loved him. Deeply.”

“No I just feel a little dizzy. You know, like when you try to read the newspaper in the car and all the lines start waving around and go blurry?""That doesn't happen to me""Oh.”

“Where we begin is not necessarily our starting point. Every journey has it’s mileposts.”

“I hate when I'm an idiot and I don't know it. I like to be aware of my idiocy, to really revel in it, take pictures.”