I hope she'll be a fool--that's the best ting a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.

It's one of those days where the weather seems to be reading your heart, because inside you can never seem to stay sunny for long. There's always clouds overhead, and the rain comes about as easily as the tears.

Dreams, she thought, were like soap bubbles. You could look at them from a distance and they were lovely. It's when you stuck your face too close that your eyes wound up stinging.

There's always going to be those awkward moments when we're around each other and we remember how it used to be.

Poeple always talk about that moment when they fell for their best friend. There was never a moment for me and mine. I've always loved him.

There are other things we have to find before we find each other.

When somebody knows you well, well, there's no comfort like that. When somebody needs you, well, there's no drug like that.

It's so weird, you knoe? How we always inevitably find ourselves wanting to run back to the ones we used to love, for some reason thinking it would work out differently the second time around.

Open your eyes, because what you don't see might be exactly what you're looking for.

When you run into love, and it seems like some psychadelic mystery, look at it again, and again, and keep looking at it until the only mystery is how you've gotten by so long without it.