Everything eventually ends. We all eventually die. That's why every day we have is so special. The fact that we only have limited amount of time is what makes life precious.

It’s cognitive dissonance.”I open my eyes and look at him. His expression is nonchalant. He shrugs again, equally nonchalant.“I have no idea what that means.”“It’s what happens when your mind is struggling to hold two contradictory beliefs at the same time. On the one hand, you still kinda want to kill me for, well, you know. And on the other, you’re totally blown away by how manly, wonderful, and devastatingly sexy I am. And by my mad cooking skills. How’s the pasta, by the way?

I hate water. It's so boring. And it takes up so much room in your stomach.

Jackson turned his left hand up and gazed down at the simple black tattoo on the inside of his wrist. He was silent for a long time, then looked up and met my eyes.He said, "You're an avid reader. You know the meaning of semicolon."I frowned. "It's when the author could have ended a sentence but chose not to.""Exactly.""I don't understand."Jackson looked deep into my eyes. His smile might have been the saddest thing I'd ever seen. He said softly, "I'm the author, and the sentence is my life.