The timbre of his voice went into that low register that made my insides curl in on themselves--it was like my uterus was tapping out a happy dance on the rest of my organs.

We spend so much time defending our choice to do this that it becomes hard to show any vulnerability at all. There's only so many times you can handle someone asking about your fall back for when things don't work before you start thinking that maybe the fall back should just be your plan.

What? Just because I can't have you right now, doesn't mean I'm okay with him having you.

What frightened me most was, I could no longer believe in my own life as a story. Everyone needs a story, a part to play in order to avoid the realization that life is without significance. How else do any of us survive? It’s what makes life bearable, even interesting. When it becomes neither, people say you’ve lost the plot. Or just lost it.

I get what it's like to want something, but to try and force yourself to really believe that you don't.

Tell me I'm not crazy,' He said. I couldn't do that. I was nowhere near sane enough at the moment to advise anyone else on rational behavior.

Move it or lose it, lose it and you'll learn from it, but never give up.

Do me a favor? Be a gentleman tomorrow?

Bliss, I don’t normally do things like that. But I was second-guessing everything about coming here, and you were everything I needed. I don’t know how many times I’ve stopped myself from coming over here and knocking on your door. And yes, seeing you with Cade was definitely motivation, but more than that... I just like you, Bliss. As a teacher. As a person. As a guy.

She said she wanted my best line tomorrow after the show, and now I knew what it was going to be.