Alice suspected Paul couldn’t really picture his father, just like she couldn’t picture Paul when he was away. Maybe that was the case with people you wanted more than was good for you.

you remember what is lost, and you forget what's right in front of you.

I love the idea of fictional worlds kind of all cohering in some way.

Someday when you're twenty, maybe, I'll see you again. You'll be this hot soccer star at some great school, with a million guys more interesting than I am chasing you down. And you know what? I'll see you and I'll pray you want me still.

I always interpret coincidences as little clues to our destiny

Something about giving in without a fight felt wrong.

You forget your victories, but you remember the losses.