Well as much as I'm sure the people next door who are pretending they aren't looking at me would like to hear what I have to say, I'd rather say it to just you.

I heard how people sounded when their dreams were shattered, when their lives were turned into a waking nightmare.

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

I want to lie down on the bench then, or better yet, on the grass, rest on something living and see if I can hear the dead underneath.

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

Kate, don't be like that. You know I only did so well because I yearn-see, SAT word- to follow you to college and steal your heart." "Uh-huh. Too bad for you I don't plan on attending clown college." He grinned. "Only you would ignore the incredibly sweet thing I just said." "Only you would describe one of your asinine comments as incredibly sweet.

Hope was supposed to be a good thing, but it was starting to feel like every other four-letter word you're not supposed to say.