"When I write about love I think of a flying squirrel. There's got to be a moment when the baby squirrel looks from one end of the branch to the tree six feet away and thinks twice about making a leap. Falling in love is no different; its the moment that we close our eyes and throw away everything that seems reasonable and hope to God that there's someone or something waiting to catch us on the other side. Either we're lucky... or we wind up bruised and battered on the ground."
~Jodi Picoult
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