Crazy must run in your family, ” he says.“You do know Fia!” I blurt, then bite my lip.

This is the tragedy of knowing my fate: I have seen how it ends, and I will walk right into it, and nothing will change.

Clinical, brilliantly medical-minded Adam believes in fate. A fate with Fia.

I lie constantly. All the time. I’m nothing but one big mass of lies.

I chose him. If I chose him, he had to be the right choice. I wouldn’t love him if it weren’t right.

We change the future with every choice we make,

James is all I have. I chose James. He has to be right. Please let him be right.

I’m still afraid to sleep—too many ghosts peering creeping condemning.

Probably you should stay out of my head. It’s not a friendly place.

I have to trust that, or I’ll lose my mind. Well, lose it more.

I’ll be fine. I’m always fine.

Milk is for babies. When you grow up you have to drink beer.

I remember when I used to be really into nostalgia.

You don't run 26 miles at five minutes a mile on good looks and a secret recipe.

That man is rich whose pleasures are the cheapest.

All children are natural actors, and I'm still a kid. If you grow up completely, you can never be an actor.

The world is not a meritocracy, as much as we may like to pretend that it is. And we have a long way to go before we really reward people based on their own merit.

I’ve found that festivals are a relatively painless way to meet people and make a few points that need making, without having to hit them over the head with too many speeches.

I'm never, like I say, I'm never happy, I'm never satisfied, it's never good enough.

Fixing health care and fixing the economy are two sides of the same coin.

There is one guaranteed formula for failure, and that is to try to please everyone.