But the past couple of days I’ve missed you so much it’s felt like missing you is all I am.

I think love is huge, overwhelming. I think it's terrible and beautiful.

Anger can try to break your heart, but sorrow is what will. What can. What does.

Talking about someone who makes you happy actually makes you happy.

All the things I've thought about love are true. It's beautiful and terrible and it doesn't make things perfect. It ends things, and it brings beginnings. This is mine.

Once upon a time, I did not live in Shady Pines. Once upon a time, my name was not Alice. Once upon a time, I didn't know how lucky I was.

Wherever I go, I'll always see you. You'll always be with me. And there's no happy ending coming here, no way a story that started on a night that's burned into my heart will end the way I wish it could. You're really gone, no last words, and no matter how many letters I write to you, you're never going to reply. You're never going to say good-bye. So I will. Good-bye, Julia. Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for being you.