“You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday dont count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it's made out of. Nothin else. You might think you could run away and change your name and I dont know what all. Start over. And then one mornin you wake up and look at the ceilin and guess who's layin there?”

“I'm in deep shit Alex, 'cause I think I'd like nothin' better than to wake up with her every mornin'.”

“That's the thing," Jo says. "You think you know what you're in for. I mean, you tell yourself that, of course, it's not going to be wine and roses and all of that bullshit for the rest of your life, but then, one day, you wake up, and your fucking husband has morphed into someone whom you barely recognize. And you sit there and you stare at him while he scratches his balls through his underwear at the kitchen table, and you think, 'This is totally not what I signed up for. I mean, who knows if I even love this ball-scratching, foul-breathed man?' And then you wonder if you love him more out of habit than out of anything else." She chews the inside of her lip and considers. "And I guess from there, all bets are off.”

“You can tell you are a soccer girl if.You dont mind falling in the mudYou dont care if you get tripped.You get back up again when you get pushed.You out run all the guys.You dont care to get a little sweat and blood on you.You dont care about getting kicked in the ankles a million times.You dont care about people stepping on your toes with there cleats.You dont care what your hair looks like after you play.All your makeup is washed off!If you are all those you are definitely a soccer player! :)”

“Some days I wake up and think, How did I get here? It's like one day, you just realize you're not young anymore, and you already made your choices, and now it's too late to change anything.”

“Your life was a hypothesis. Those who die old are made of the past. Thinking of them, one thinks of what they have done. Thinking of you, one thinks of what you could have become. You were, and you will remain, made up of possibilities.”