“listen, i appreciate the story. i get that he's a goody guy. but these audits are random. it's not personal. see, that's where you're wrong, the man said. everything you do in life is personal. ”

“after a kiss you can find yourself in that deserted place where even if it's not leading to anything, you and the other person have both admitted some thing that tugs at the friendship, pulling it out of shape. ”

“i was thinking that i'd like to try kissing you, joshua reed said. ”

“no, i don't, i told him. i'm not sure that it matters what you care about. maybe it's the caring itself that matters. ”

“i think about those twists of fate, the strange run-ins that can alter everything in the blink of an eye, or the shift of a single season. ”

“it's funny - say no and you'll stay in the same place. say yes and who knows where you'll end up. ”

“isn't there a point at which the mind should be able to surrender on behalf of the heart? or check it in to an asylum, somewhere safe and locked, if the heart keeps refusing to see a landscape for what it is? yet with some people in life, it seems you just can't lose yourself, even when you should. ”