“What are you doing?" she asked."Nothing too terrible. Just feeling you.""That's it?" she raised her eyes."Truth?""Yes.""I'm trying to get up the nerve to kiss you."*swoon*”

“Is there anything you can’t do?”“Plenty, Mrs. Proffitt. I just don’t dwell on them.”

“Oh, Van. Don’t you know? Home is where your mind goes when the night is black and your heart is hurting. Home is where you go when things are happening that you can’t control but wish you could. Home is where the person you love is waiting for you.”

“If you can't see the bright side, why ya just need to polish the dull one.”

“Would you think it strange if I said I was having a good time? We're lost and confused and carrying around a cat. By all accounts, I should be feeling completely at a loss. Irritated.”

“I came from Thailand for you, because Mia said she could probably get you here. I'd have come from Zimbabwe, Outer Mongolia, or a prison in Central America. In truth, I came through hell getting here....because for me that's anywhere you're not.”

“Don't worry so. Regret will only make you lose sleep, not solve the problem.”