Every choice is limited. That's life.

Love will turn the whole world into something greater than itself.

The secret is,” I say, whispering right into his ear, “that yours was the best kiss I’ve ever had in my life.”“But I’ve never kissed you,” he whispers back. Around us the rain sounds like falling glass. “Not since third grade, anyway.” I smile, but I’m not sure if he can see it.“Better get started, then,” I say, “because I don’t have much time.

It's like there's a glass wall between us now, invisible but impenetrable

It’s kind of sad, if you think about it. Like there’s no continuity in people at all. Like something ruptures when you hit twelve, or thirteen, or whatever the age is when you’re no longer a kid but a “young adult,” and after that you’re a totally different person. Maybe even a less happy person. Maybe even a worse one.

...cured, tagged and labeled and paired and identified and placed neatly on our life path, perfectly round marbles set to roll down even, well-defined slopes.

Up and down, up and down, a ladder of choices leading to the next choice, and the next, until suddenly you've run out of choices, and ladder, and you find time as rare and thin as air on a mountain. Then it's oops, sorry, turn's over.

Maybe for you there's a tomorrow , maybe for you there's one thousand tomorrows , or three thousand , or ten ,so much time you can bathe in it, roll around in it let it slide like a coin through your fingers , so much time you can waste it.But for some of us there's only today . And the truth is you never really know.

I'm dead, but I can't stop living.