There's an easy method for finding someone when you hear them scream. First get a clean sheet of paper and a sharp pencil. Then sketch out nine rows of fourteen squares each. Then throw the piece of paper away and find whoever is screaming so you can help them. It is no time to fiddle with paper.

Dumping you times infinity. Still not enough.

The thing with your heart's desire is that your heart doesn't even know what it desires until it turns up. Like a tie at a tag sale, some perfect thing in a crate of nothing, you were just there, uninvited, and now suddenly the party was over and you were all I wanted. I hadn't even been looking, not for you, and now you were my heart's desire.

...the moron who thought love was forever.

Boredom is not black licorice, Snicket," she said. "There's no reason to share it with me.

Even the best plans can change if there's an accident.

I'm not a stranger," I said, and pointed to his book. "I'm someone who reads the same authors you do.