“Yeah, but our choices are limited. We choose from a list that they chose for us." She said."Well, Choices are supposed to be limited. That's life" I snapped”

“Every choice is limited. That's life.”

“I'm glad the choice is made for us. I'm glad I don't have to choose-but more than that, I'm glad I don't have to make someone else choose me.”

“That's the easy thing about falling: there is only one choice after that.”

“They couldn’t have known that even this was a lie—that we never really choose, not entirely. We are always being pushed and squeezed down one road or another. We have no choice but to step forward, and then step forward again, and then step forward again; suddenly we find ourselves on a road we haven’t chosen at all.But maybe happiness isn’t in the choosing. Maybe it’s in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up is where we intended to be all along.”

“For the first time in my life I've done something for me and by choice and not because somebody told me it was good or bad.”

“I guess that's what saying good-bye is always like--like jumping off an edge. The worst part is making the choice to do it. Once you're in the air, there's nothing you can do but let go.”