“Maybe all friendships don’t fizzle. Maybe, like the kaleidoscope, the colors just change.”

“Just that maybe … maybe you don’t want to change the story, because you don’t know what a different ending holds.”

“As we stand there, it hits me how quickly everything changes - how life is like peering into a kaleidoscope, and just as you're looking at a gorgeous pattern you think you'd maybe even like to keep around forever, the colors morph into something completely different, and there's no getting back to that first pattern. No matter how much you'd like to see it again.”

“Maybe nothing will ever change for us,” he said. “But don’t you want to be around just in case it does?”

“Maybe all there is is just the next thing maybe all there is is just the next thing maybe all there is is just just the next just the next thing maybe all there is is just the next maybe all there is is is just is just the next thing Roslyn's words stuck in her head & she could not stop repeating them Maybe all there is is just the next thing like a Hindu mantra & she was a yogin murmuring her secret prayer Maybe all there is just the next thingShe thought, That's a comfort!”

“Life is like an ever-shifting kaleidoscope - a slight change, and all patterns alter.”