I played Little League for one year. That was it. Then my mother realized I liked books and threatened my father. I owe her forever for that.

Most archivists don't like surprises. That's why we work in the past.

I need the kind of help that comes with a side order of help.

...can I tell you something...? I don't think you're in love with the past. I think you're scared of the future.

It's the worst part of seeing old friends: when your rose-colored memories become undone by reality.

In this world, there was nothing scarier than trusting someone. But there was also nothing more rewarding.

Don't go to eighth grade...don't talk about something old...don't bring up old memories that have nothing to do with who we are now. THIS is all that matters! TODAY.