I want to go where you're going. I'm not scared of dying. I want to stay together and come back together. You said that souls cohere. I want to stay with you.

Love didn't necessarily look the way you expected it to.

He just wanted to look at her and know her life was marching along under the same arch of time and space as he is.

Something about giving in without a fight felt wrong.

A lot of friendship is about practice, that’s something I’ve learned as I’ve gotten older. It’s not simply some spiritual soul-bond of memories and longings, it’s really about having coffee every week, or talking on the phone every day or every other day - whatever suits you.

She was supposed to be putting her life together right now, and all she could seem to do was throw grenades at it.

I'm not going anywhere without you. We're swimming to China together. And if the worst happens, I'm dying with you before I'm living without you.