"May I see you again?"
"Patience, grasshopper. You don't want to seem overeager."
"Right, that's why I said tomorrow. I want to see you again tonight. But I'm willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow. I'm serious."
"You don't even know me. How about I call you when I finish this?"
"But you don't even have my phone number."
"I strongly suspect you wrote it in this book."
"And you say we don't know each other."
Be there for the people when they need you—even when you know they can’t be there for you.
That’s the worst of growing up, and I’m beginning to realize it. The things you wanted so much when you were a child don’t seem half so wonderful to you when you get them.