If I had six lives, I would want to spend them with you. Every last one.

It’s a fool’s bargain to let something good go now in the hope of something better at a later date.

Life doesn’t happen someplace in the future. You said that. You said life happens here and now, and it’s a fool’s bargain to let something good go now in the hope of something better at a later date.

So I made promises to myself, and one was to see as much of the world as I could, to experience as much as I could as fully as I could.

It is the last great minute before he walks into your life, but you don’t know that yet, can’t know. Later, though, you will try to imagine where he was in this exact instant, when he had turned and started to travel toward you, you to him, and how the world around both of you took no notice. Your life would not be the same, but that was all waiting, up in the air, all fate and chance and inevitability.

We all think we have one more good day, but maybe we don’t.

This had happened. That’s what I told myself. I had been played for a fool, and I wasn’t the first woman to believe a man’s lies, nor would I be the last, but this counted for a lesson learned.

You know where the real prison is? It’s in your mind. It’s in your head.

He is the kindest, gentlest man I have ever met, I’m so mad about him I don’t know what to do with myself. Honestly, I don’t. I keep telling myself this is nutty, this can’t be happening, but then he does something else, something so sweet and thoughtful that it knocks me over again.

Nothing is always. Nothing in the universe is always.