I woke up with you in my head
Like a melody to sing in bed
I should get up, but I instead
Make a face you used to make

I know there's no such thing as time
I know there's no such thing as mine
I know there's no such thing as turning back

The fairy tale's begun
So, listen up, my son
The pages may have burned
But words can just return

-Regina Spektor, "Spacetime Fairytale"

"Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's."

-Mary Schmich, from "Advice, like youth, probably just wasted on the young"