Okay, maybe this was the meant to be: the universe I knew, loved nothing more than balance.

But seventeen is an inconvenient time to fall in love.

Willem, I suspect deep down you know exactly why you're here, exactly what you want, but you're unwilling to the wanting, let alone the having. Because both of those propositions are terrifying.

Life might take you down different roads. But each of you gets to decide which one to take.

I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard.

By that point, it’ll have been more than year since I met Lulu. Any sane person would say it’s too late. It already felt too late that first day, when I woke up in the hospital. But even so, I’ve kept looking. I’m still looking.

Whoever said that the past isn't dead had it backward. It's the future that's already dead, already played out.