“I don't think we get a choice in who we fall for," Ian whispers. "I think we just do.”

“Here's what I think," I say and my voice is stronger and thoughts are coming, thoughts that trickle into my noise like whispers of truth. "I think maybe everybody falls," I say. "I think maybe we all do. And I don't think that's the asking." I pull on her arms gently to make sure she's listening."I think the asking is whether we get back up again.”

“... I don't think we get too many choices in life.... I like knowing - and I like you knowing - I chose you.”

“I don't think we did go blind, I think we are blind, Blind but seeing, Blind people who can see, but do not see.”

“I don't think I'm the type who falls in love. She was a friend. And we had good sex.”

“I think there is choice possible at any moment to us, as long as we live. But there is no sacrifice. There is a choice, and the rest falls away. Second choice does not exist. Beware of those who talk about sacrifice”