Do I have to be here to belong to you?' Froi asked. 'Can't I belong to you wherever I am?

What’s the difference between a trip and a journey?" "Narnie, my love, when we get there, you’ll understand.

What do you want from me?" he asks. What I want from every person in my life, I want to tell him. More.

Hold my hand because I might disappear.

But grief makes a monster out of us sometimes . . . and sometimes you say and do things to the people you love that you can't forgive yourself for.

Do you think people have noticed that I'm around?" "I notice when you're not. Does that count?

No," I say, looking up at Griggs. "It's actually because my heart belongs to someone else." And if I could bottle the look on his face, I'd keep it by my bedside for the rest of my life.

The truth doesn't set you free, you know. It makes you feel awkward and embarrassed and defenseless and red in the face and horrified and petrified and vulnerable.

I think if I'm ever asked to recall what Year 12 was all about, I'll remember it as one big cappuccino experience.

It's like you have a plan and someone comes along and makes you want to change it all, but you still like your first plan, no matter how fantastic the second one makes you feel.

Maybe memories should be left the way they are.

The art of leaving and the art of loving are not the same.

Said the pot to die kettle "Get away blackface."

I respect only those who resist me, but I cannot tolerate them.

We actually have not required in this law that you carry health insurance.

It's impossible to feel good about yourself if you are doing things that you aren't proud of. . . . It's essential that you . . . [do] things you can respect and admire.

Love becomes greater and nobler in calamity.

How does a kid from Coos Bay, with one leg longer than the other win races?

In the world of cyber security, the last thing you want is to have a target painted on you.

I'm not a member of an organized party. I'm a Democrat.