I love you, and when you love someone, you do things for them without complaining about it.

Nobody looks into the face of a newborn son and imagines all the things that will go wrong in his life. Instead, you see nothing but possibility.

Sometimes the hardest thing to hear is the truth.

In reality, you don’t ever change the hurricane. You just learn how to stay out of its path.

Instead of dreaming of a miracle, you learn to make your own.

The brain of a person in love doesn’t look like the brain of someone overcome by deep emotion. It looks like the brain of a person who’s been snorting coke.

So much time is spent with people superficially. You remember all the fun you had but nothing specific.

When you expect something, you’re sure to be disappointed. I learned that a long time ago.

Don’t you wish love was so strong it could come back to haunt you?

Logical thinking keeps you from wasting your time worrying, or hoping. It prevents disappointment. Imagination, on the other hand, only gets you hyped up over things that will never realistically happen.

Numbers make sense. You cannot say the same about people.

The division between an observer and a participant is nearly invisible; you can cross it before you even know you’ve stepped over the line.

If you ever find yourself arguing with a woman, try kissing her to throw her off her guard. If you are in the middle of a battle and your buddy is shot, friendship means you have to go back under fire to rescue him.

I am the first person to tell you that I do not understand love. How can you love your new haircut, love your new job, and love your girlfriend all at once? Clearly the word doesn’t mean the same thing in different situations, which is why I have never been able to figure it out with logic.

Dead isn’t angels or ghosts. It’s a physical state of breakdown, a change in all those carbon atoms that create the temporary house of a body so that they can return to their most elemental stage. I don’t really see why that freaks people out, since it’s the most natural cycle in the world.

Living with regrets is like driving a car that only moves in reverse.

People don’t just disappear. There’s always a reason, or an enemy with a grudge. There’s always a loose thread that starts to unravel.

Parenting isn’t a noun but a verb- an ongoing process instead of an accomplishment. And no matter how many years you put into the job, the learning curve is always flat.

There’s no way to explain to a child that the line between good and evil isn’t nearly as black and white as a fairy tale would leave you to believe. That an ordinary person can turn into a villain, under the right circumstances. That sometimes we dragon slayers do things we aren’t proud of.

Motherhood is a Sisyphean task. You finish sewing one seam shut, and another rips open. I have come to believe that this life I’m living will never really fit.