J.A. Redmerski quotes:

Live in the moment... where everything is just right, take your time and limit your bad memories and you'll get wherever it is you're going a lot faster and with less bumps in the road along the way.

I love the smell of Waffle House; it's the smell of freedom, being on the open road and knowing that ninety percent of the people eating around you are also on that road. Truck driver's, road-trippers, hangovers--those who don't live that monotonous life of society slavery.

I know you lost your partner in crime, but...I want YOU to be MINE. Maybe WE should travel the world together, Camryn...I know I can't replace your ex--" "Andrew...it was always you.

You were the missing piece of my soul, the breath in my lungs, and the blood in my veins.

I have to live and make my own choices, my own mistakes. You have to let me be me, even if i suck at it sometimes." - Adria

She refuses to take the easy way out by accepting the get-out-of-jail-free card that I offered her. She refuses to be allowed mistakes and though I know she will still make them because she is human, she will learn faster from them than someone who chooses to accept the excuses.

I'm not helping any of you freaks!" she shouts"I'm not the Witch of Wayland, you hear me? I'm sick of all you mutants pounding on my door for love spells and all the like! I told you, I don't do that backwoods modern-day, wannabe Wiccafuck stuff! You hear me?

Are you in love with me, Camryn Bennett?" "¦ "Not yet," I say with a smile in my voice, "but I'm getting there.

She sticks her tongue out at me and crosses her eyes. Not sure why that made me want to do her in the backseat, but to each his own, I guess.

Well, I'm glad you didn't drown." His eyes warm up with his face. I smile back at him. "Yeah, that would've sucked." "Definitely.

My plant is probably dead." Camryn looks slightly surprised. "You have a plant?" I smile. "Yeah, her name's Georgia.

I promise to love you forever in this life and wherever we go in the afterlife, because I know I can't go on in any life unless you're in it too.

You can do this, Adria. Don't wolf-out on me, especially not in my lap, alright? These are my favorite jeans.

You made me feel real emotions. You unlocked me.

A real fighter never cries, never lets the weight of any blow bring him down. Except that final blow, the inevitable one, but even then they always go out like men.

This goes against everything that I am, Sarai," he says and then kisses me. "No, it doesn't," I whisper and kiss him back. "It's you becoming more of who you really are.

Andrew..,' I shake my head, tears rolling my cheeks, '... it was always you," I whisper harshly. 'Even with Ian, I felt something was missing. I told you, that night in the field; I told you that...,' My voice trails. I smile and say, 'you are my partner in crime. I've known that for a long time.

I think that if past lives are real then we have been lovers in every single one of them. I've known you for a short time, but I feel like I've known you forever.

The moment you betray your heart is the moment you lose everything.

But before she tells you anything." I glared at him suspiciously."your seed..."Tsaeb winced."What the hell are you talking about?""your...well, your seed. You know, you have to knock her up.

Oh, this is going to be fun; he actually thinks he's teaching me something.

Just because one person's problem is less traumatic than another's doesn't mean they're required to hurt less

Heart always wins out over the mind. The heart, although reckless and suicidal and a masochist all on its own, always gets its way.

It's like, you know, it doesn't matter what you do, even if you try to replicate an experience down to every last detail, it'll never be the way it was when it happened naturally the first time.

Pain hurts, but pain that's so powerful that you can't feel anymore, that's when you start to feel like you're going crazy.

all I want to do is pull her against me and hold her until we both die.

Just that dwelling and planning is bullshit, you dwell on the past, you can't move forward. Spend too much time planning for the future and you just push yourself backwards, or you stay stagnant in the same place all your life. Live in the moment, where everything is just right, take your time and limit your bad memories and you'll get wherever it is you're going a lot faster and with less bumps in the road along the way.

I shattered that memory by going back there. Without realizing it until it was too late, I replaced that memory with the emptiness of that day.

...I watch her so much that I forget it's raining at all.

It's like irresistible poison: I'm mesmerized by the way it's making me feel though it has the potential to crush my soul and I drink it down anyway.

Depression is pain in its purest form.

Maybe you should get rid of me," I whisper onto his lips. "Never," he says, kissing me once softly. "You're mine for as long as you breathe.

I wonder if the ocean smells different on the other side of the world.

It's my future and my life and I can't make myself live the way someone else wants me to.

A bus ride is like being in another world.

What you wear doesn't really matter much. All that matters is where you're going what you're doing while you're wearing it.

I guess sometimes the greatest memories are made in the most unlikely of places, further proof that spontaneity is more rewarding than a meticulously planned life.

I think I've been afraid most of my life to be myself.

You're the world to me," I whisper onto her lips. "I hope you never forget that." "I'll never forget," she whispers back.. "But if I ever do, for whatever reason, I hope you'll always find a way to remind me." ..."Always.

But the heart has a mind of its own and it always gets what it wants, especially when it's dying.

Just remember to always be yourself and don't be afraid to speak your mind or to dream out loud

To lovers and dreamers and anyone who hasn't truly experienced either.

Never thought I'd intentionally sleep on a bathromm floor next to a toilet while sober, but I meant it when I said I would sleep anywhere with her.

His face spreads into a warm smile. "As a matter of fact, no, I have never slept under the stars "? are you gettin' all romantic on me, Camryn Bennett?" He looks at me with a playful sideward stare.

I say that I'm not into you like that, Camryn, because..," he pauses, searching my face, looking at my lips for a moment as if deciding whether or not he should kiss them again, "...because you're not the girl I could only sleep with once.

Live in the moment, where everything is just right, take your time and limit your bad memories and you'll get wherever it is you're going a lot faster and with less bumps in the way.

It's not only about sadness. In truth, sadness really has little to do with it. Depression is pain in its purest form and I would do anything to be able to feel an emotion again. Any emotion at all. Pain hurts, but pain that's so powerful that you can't feel anything anymore, that's when you start to feel like you're going crazy.

What compels any of us to do the things we do when deep down a part of us just wants to break free from it all?

I don't know myself. I don't know what I want or how I feel or how I should feeland I don't think I ever really have.

Two people unable to cry finally cry together and in the world ended today, we would be fulfilled.

I believe that no matter what happens, or where we go, or if there's an afterlife, that we'll always be connected. Not even death can make me forget you, or forget that I love you.

I have never lived the way I lived during my short time with you. For the first time in my life, I've felt whole, alive, free. You were the missing piece of my soul, the breath in my lungs, the blood in my veins. I think that if past lives are real then we have been lovers in every single one of them. I've known you for a short time, but I feel like I've known you forever

I tried to will them with my super mental powers so he'd put them around my waist, but apparently I had no super mental powers.

When we pull away, he rests his hand on my thigh pressed next to his and we ride like that for a long time; the only time he moves his hand is to take better control of a sharp curve or to adjust the music, but he always puts it right back. And I always want him to.

Coincidence is just the conformist term for fate.

I believe there's someone out there for everyone," he {Isaac} says, "and when you meet that person, sometimes you know right away they are who you were meant to be with. And sometimes, years can go by before you let yourself believe that the feeling you've had about a person for so long, is actually love. And what a waste that is.

To love someone so deeply means also that it will hurt a thousand times more when he disappoints or leaves you

And when someone grows up knowing so little of what real love feels like, whether from family, or friends, or the love of a companion, that person starts to believe that they weren't meant to be loved, that good things will never happen to them. They start to believe that whenever something good does happen, it's inevitable that something bad will come along to replace it.

He never leaves my side. And I know he never will.

I run behind her, letting her stay a few steps ahead of me so if she happens to fall I'll be there to laugh at her first and then help her up afterwards.

The moment you tell someone else is the moment you become a whiner and the world's smallest violin starts to play. The truth is, we all have problems; we all go through hardships and pain, and my pain is paradise compared to a lot of people's and I really have no right to whine at all.

Why does everybody have to be with somebody? It's a stupid delusion and a really pathetic way of thinking.

Everybody starts out as strangers.

The moment you see someone attractive, you can't help but make note of it. It's human nature.

I'm not sure what it is that I want, but I feel it deep in the pit of my stomach. It's there sitting dormant. I'll know it when I see it.

I think it was the one thing I didn't like about him or about guys in general: when a girl says she doesn't want to talk about it, the truth is that she usually does. I wanted him to pry it out of me. Of course, I would've pretended to be a little angry that he didn't just leave me alone, but eventually I would've told him, when I was tired of pretending.

There is a stark difference between fear and uncertainty, Sarai. You fear nothing but are uncertain of everything.

You're like a philosopher with tattoos.

I could die in this bed with him right now, wrapped in his arms and I would never know that I had died.

I don't want to sleep alone," she says gently. And I don't force her to. Sarai falls fast asleep curled up next to me in my bed. Right where I want her.

let yourself cry, OK? One of the worst feelings in the world is being unable to cry and eventually it"¦starts to make things darker.

Ultimately, it's my choice and only my choice.

Because this is our life. We met on the road; we grew to know and to love each other on the road. It's where we were meant to be for however long, and it's what we're going to do until it becomes clear that we're meant to do something else.

Our story is over, yes, but our journey isn't, because we'll always live on the edge until the day we die.

Promise me that if I ever get Alzheimer's or dementia, and I don't remember anyone that you'll visit me every day and read to me like Noah read to Allie.

Well, I suppose he's stuck with you forever then." "Yes, and forever is a very long time." He pauses and then says, "Well, for the record, something tells me he wouldn't have it any other way.

You're sleeping with an assassin, running for your life every single day from men who want to kill you and you're convinced you're going to die of discomfort.

I think when you fall in love, like true love, it's love for life. All the rest is just experiences and delusions.

Laugh, I Nearly Died," Andrew answers. "You've probably never heard that one before.

I'm starting to get used to this feeling of not caring about anything.

There was no logic or any sense of purpose except that I knew I had to do something other than what I was doing, or I might not make it through this.

But as I stood there dressed in a cute black pants suit and white button-up shirt and heels, I felt completely out of place. Not necessarily because of the clothes, but"¦I just don't belong there. I can't put my finger on it, but that Monday and the rest of that week when I woke up, got dressed and walked into that store, something was itching the back part of my consciousness. I couldn't hear the actual words, but it felt like: This is your life, Camryn Bennett. This is your life.

I loved Ian in the now, the way he looked at me, how he made my stomach swim, how he held my hair when I was puking my guts up after eating a bad enchilada. That's love.

I'm not a follower. I never have been. But I'll definitely become someone I'm not for a few hours if it'll make me blend in rather than make me a blatant eye sore and draw attention.

Truthfully, he lives right next to the Sexy Tree and I think that's the only thing that bothers me about this whole situation.

Best friends, no matter what they do or how much they hurt you, it only hurts as much as it does because they are your best friend. And none of us are perfect. Mistakes were made for best friends to forgive; it's what makes being a best friend official.

I don't know what I'm doing, or where I'm going, but I do know that I want to do whatever it is and get there soon.

I want to do everything with you

Well, everybody needs help feeling alive again every once in a while." "No," she says seriously, and my gaze falls back on hers, "I didn't say again, Andrew; for making me feel alive for the first time.

Coincidence is just a safe conformist for fate.

Things always change when someone you love dies. You just can't prepare youself for those changes no matter what you do in advance. The only thing that's a certainty in always wondering who's going to be next.

If it makes you feel better, you can tell me to screw off if you want to refuse anything, but I hope you won't because I really want to show you how to live." - Andrew Parrish

One more thing: don't feel bad for not telling me that you loved me. You didn't need to say it. I knew all along that you did.

Yesterday I thought about why I felt the need to get up at exactly the same time as the day before and do everything I did the day before. Why? What compels any of us to do the things we do when deep down a part of us just wants to break free from it all?

It's the people y'gotta watch out for. You never know who y'might meet, or what Ol' Man Fate has in store for yah.