Gayle Forman

Sometimes fate or life or whatever you want to call it, leaves a door a little open and you walk through it. But sometimes it locks the door and you have to find the key, or pick the lock, or knock the damn thing down. And sometimes, it doesn__ even show you the door, and you have to build it yourself.

I don't want to lose you because of the f**ked-up way I found you.

Maybe he was overwhelmed, like I am overwhelmed, by that mysterious intersection where love meets luck, where fate meets will. Because he'd been waiting for her. And there she was.

Sometimes fate or life or whatever you want to call it, leaves a door a little open and you walk through it. But sometimes it locks the door and you have to find the key, or pick the lock, or knock the damn thing down. And sometimes, it doesn't even show you the door, and you have to build it yourself. But if you keep waiting for the doors to be opened for you..." she trails off.

It was like finding out the world was made of gossamer and could be so easily ripped apart. To be solely at the mercy of fate.

It's like you're averse to adventure.

When you make such a large withdrawal of happiness, somewhere you'll have to make an equally large deposit. It all goes back to the universal law of equilibrium.

It feels like the city is telling secrets down here, privy only to those who think to listen.

I remember watching it all and getting the tickling in my chest and thinking to myself: This is what happiness feels like.

If you stay, I'll do whatever you want. I'll quit the band, go with you to New York. But if you need me to go away, I'll do that, too. I was talking to Liz and she said maybe coming back to your old life would be too painful, that maybe it'd be easier for you to erase us. And that would suck, but I'd do it. I can lose you like that if I don't lose you today. I'll let you go. If you stay.

The line between true self and feigned self is blurred on all sides.

Love is not something you protect. It__ something you risk.

My anger feels hot and bilious but I keep it bottled until it doubles back and I'm mad at myself.

I look at Ben now. And again I wonder how it is that we can feel so many of the same things and be so utterly different.

We can change in one day. We can fall in love in one day. Anything can happen in one day.

...he starts telling them about our day, embellishing it so that it almost sounds fun. It's how all good travel stories are born. Nightmares spun into punch lines.

You thought too hard. Same with travel. You can't work too much at it, or it feels like work. You have to surrender yourself to the chaos. To the accidents.

He gives me a little shrug, like, of course, why else? And at this point, I really have no right to be surprised by people's capacity for kindness and generosity, but still, I am. I'm floored every time.