I love it when you're demented like this.

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 world sees you for what you are, but the universe sees you for what you can be.

People exercise an unconscious selection in being influenced.

Ours was a history of well-intentioned beginnings that end with a fight at every turn.

A free life cannot acquire many possessions, because this is not easy to do without servility to mobs or monarchs.

Characteristics cling to families.

I'll get there, if I leave everything but my bones behind," said Sam. "And I'll carry Mr. Frodo up myself, if it breaks my back and heart.

The understatement is the English contribution to comedy.

To stumble twice against the same stone, is a proverbsial disgrace.

Let friend trust friends, and love demand love's like.

You hold your future in your own hands. Never waver in this belief.