“I’m not sure we get to choose when or where we find what we’re looking for.”
“The human brain can only be stretched so far before it breaks.”
“This wind is mystical yet tame, and it sings to me.”
“No, no, no, so not getting the point of fear. Because fear wasn’t about what made sense. Fear was about possibilities. Not things that happened. Things that might.”
“And that point is, it doesn’t matter how long you’ve known somebody. People change. Or you don’t really know them as well as you thought you did in the first place.”
“It is a good thing I no longer have a heart, because if I did, it would surely break.”
“And this is how it started. Just with coffee and the exchange of their long stories. Love can be incremental. Predicaments, too. Coffee can start a life just as it can start a day. This was the meeting of two people who were destined to love from before they were born, from before they made choices that would complicate their lives. This love just rolled toward my mother as though she were standing at the bottom of a steep hill. Mother had no hand in this, only heart.”
“What was the point, I had to wonder, of fighting so hard to learn to protect my life if I was destroying it in the process?”
“There are different ways to be confused about how someone’s disappointed you. Some lie about the future because they wanted to forget the past. But some will lie about the past because they think it will give you both a future.”
“Are you seriously telling me the truth about all this?” I asked.
“I seriously am,” he replied. “I was also serious about stealing a fry.”
