“Morrigan "Don't worry I'm following my instincts."Birkita "Perhaps you could find a way to prudently follow your instincts"Morrigan "I'm eighteen, nothing I do is prudent”

“Perhaps you could find a way to prudently follow your instincts?"Morrigan put her arm around Birkita and squeezed. "I'm eighteen. Nothing I do is prudent."Birkita sighed. "That is what worries me.”

“And I know that when you get hurt, your first instinct is to run. But I also realized something else. No one has ever followed you when you did run. But I'm going to follow, and I'm going to keep following until you realize that you can trust me. I'm not going to let you run away from something that could be so great. That is so great. Marty, I love you.- Nate”

“Follow your instincts.”

“You don't get Billie Joe Armstrong's autograph on your forehead without following your instincts.”

“Yet, even now, ever time (often) that I find that I don't understand something, then instinctively, I'm filled with the hope that perhaps this will be my moment again, perhaps once again I shall understand nothing, I shall grasp that other knowledge, found and lost in an instant.”