“I'm going to keep seeing him as much as I can. We'll see what happens," I say, realizing that just "seeing what happens" is my version of "going for it.”

“I know I'm not going to say good-bye. And if these staggering refugees want to help, if they think they see something bigger here than a boy chasing a girl, then they can help, and we'll see what happens when we say yes while the rigor mortis world screams no.”

“I find a grin spreading across my face. I don't know what I'm doing, how I'm doing it, or what will happen when it's done, but at the very bottom of this rising siege-ladder, I at least know I'm going to see Julie again. I know I'm not going to say goodbye. And if these staggering refugees want to help, if they think they see something bigger here than a boy chasing a girl, then they can help, and we'll see what happens when we say Yes while this rigor mortis world screams No.We start lumbering north on the southbound freeway, and the thunder drifts away towards the mountains as if it's scared of us.Here we are on the road. We must be going somewhere.”

“I keep going;I keep writing because I know something good will happen, and I want to see it when it happens.”

“Something great is going to happen today, I can't wait to see what it Is!”

“...and we'll see what happens when we say Yes while this rigor mortis world screams No.”