The kind of love that offers its life so easily, so stupidly, is always the love that is not returned.

“Sometimes not having any idea where we're going works out better than we could …”

“Only now, as I'm typing this, have I realized the only thing I wasn't thinking …”

“For the most part wisdom comes in chips rather than blocks. You have to be will…”

“Marina brushed her hand across the back of her neck and dislodged something wit…”