Even if you find him. Even if he didn't leave you on purpose, he can't possibly live up to the person you've built him into." It's not like the thought hasn't occurred to me. I get that the chances of finding him are small, but the chances of finding him as I remember him are even smaller. But I just keep going back to what my dad always says, about how when you lose something, you have to visualize the last place you had it. And I found―and then lost―so many things in Paris.

She said if she couldn't play, she had nothing left. What about me?

It's nice, this. The canal." He looks at me. "You." "I'll bet you say that to all the canals.

But it's a big ocean. It's an even bigger world. And maybe we've gotten as close as we're supposed to get.

Bribes are the glue that's kept teenagers and parents connected for generations

What's that sound I hear? It's just my lifetime It's whistling past my ear

Even going to jail would be easy compared to losing you.