It was like he was in a contest to see who could do the least work, only he was the only contestant.

I swear, every person I know gets far more satisfaction from doing good deeds than receiving them. Maybe that’s the whole point in the end, all of us putting up with good deeds, tolerating them as best we can, counting the minutes until we have the opportunity to reciprocate.

Oh. Listen, this is really hard for me . . . " "What is?" "You know. Being liked." I started to cry. I couldn't help it.

What is a staircase, but a corridor improved by elevation?

When you don't talk, there's a lot of stuff that ends up not getting said.

I ultimately decided to hold my tongue and settle instead for the comfort of ignorance. Not knowing the truth, I retained hope, and that hope I held like a smooth warm stone against my heart.

She says you're not truly human until you've had your heart broken and you've broken someone's heart.