“scapegoat, n.I think our top two are:1. Not enough coffee.2. Too much coffee.”

“You wanna-I dunno-get coffee or something sometime?"Justin smiled "Not coffee. But yes.""Not Coffee it is, then.""Yes, Not Coffee.”

“Crying is almost totally avoidable if you follow two simple rules: 1. Don't care too much. 2. Shut up.”

“posterity, n.I try not to think about us growing old together, mostly because I try not to think about growing old at all. Both things - the years passing, the years together - are too enormous to contemplate. But one morning, I gave in. You were asleep, and I imagined you older and older. Your hair graying, your skin folded and creased, your breath catching. And I found myself thinking: If this continues, if this goes on, then when I die, your memories of me will be my greatest accomplishment. Your memories will be my most lasting impression.”

“I want this worldsmall enough for the two of usI want you to think of methat wayI want this worldto crash us into marvelousI want you to kiss meand say:”

“stanchion, n.I don't want to be the strong one, but I don't want to be the weak one either. Why does it feel like it's always one or the other? When we embrace, one of us is always holding the other a little tighter.”

“Why is it so much easier to talk to a stranger? why do we feel we need to disconnect in order to connect? If I wrote "Dear Sofia" or "Dear Boomer" or "Dear Lily's Great-Aunt" at the top of this postcard, wouldn't that change the words that followed? Of course it would. But the question is: When I wrote "Dear Lily," was that just a version of "Dear Myself"? I know it was more than that. But it was also less than that, too”