Sometimes... sometimes keeping alive is too tiring," she whispered, wringing her hands. Before he knew what he was doing, he pressed his lips against her brow. "Don't ever say that. Ever.

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.

You know there is a thin line between love and hate. Maybe you loved me and didn't realise

It is simply impossible for "refugees" to check their Islamism at the door.

Mr. Frazier makes me laugh out loud.

A thing is not proved because no one has ever questioned it... Skepticism is the first step toward truth.

Iowa City is okay as Midwestern cities go, but theres no food, no culture, no ocean.

When we die we are only stories in the minds of others, I thought

To live is to be among men, and to be among men is to struggle, a struggle not only with them but with oneself; with their passions, but also with one's own.

She was gone, and all that was left was the space where you'd grown around her, like a tree that grows around a fence.

Over his own dark Cealdish beard. "Nothing like your marvelous facebear.

Certain directors are known for a certain kind of beauty; it becomes their signature.