“...how impossible itis to really make a choice, when the best choice of all is an option youcouldn’t even imagine.”

“His dreams were full of bloodshed. He ran and ran, but wherever he fled, his mother's people and his father's people were in battle with each other. And then Shaftali and Sainnaite both turned on him crying out "No one of your heritage will ever cook for us!""So what?" he replied, absurdly. "At the rate you're killing each other, there soon will be no one to cook for!”

“Well, you have to accept this.Check it out.You know how when someone dies, people are all sad and stuff?""Yeah?""Well,why are they sad?"His face scrunched up quizzically and then brightened."Because they won't be able to see their loved ones again. They'll miss them.""No!" she shouted, suddenly standing and pacing like a detective delivering the evidence to a room full of suspects."It's because they have to rely on faith that they will see that person again in heaven or..." Her eyes drifted toward the sky."Wherever. When someone close to you dies, your faith is at its shakiest. Even if you're an atheist."He cocked his head to the side,"How do you figure?""It just happens. Death causes people to reevaluate their beliefs. It brings up questions you don't want to ask;it creates anxiety.”

“She never saw the point of making fun of strangers – how could you possibly know enough about them to hit below the belt?”

“When your mind is free of the incessant chatter from our inner critics, we are better able to attend to being our most authentic selves and to enjoy life and all it has to offer.”

“Homework is not an option. My bed is sending out serious nap rays. I can't help myself. The fluffy pillows and warm comforter are more powerful than I am. I have no choice but to snuggle under the covers.”

“So, wait. That's it? We make out and it was awesome and you make me feel things I never have with any other girl, and then you run? I gotta say, I'm feeling a little slutty here." -Nick”