The things she most wanted to tell him would lose their meaning the moment she put them into words.

What do I like about math? , When I've got figures in front of me, it relaxes me. Kind of like, everything fits where it belongs.

The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts.

Adults constantly raise the bar on smart children, precisely because they're able to handle it. The children get overwhelmed by the tasks in front of them and gradually lose the sort of openness and sense of accomplishment they innately have. When they're treated like that, children start to crawl inside a shell and keep everything inside. It takes a lot of time and effort to get them to open up again. Kids' hearts are malleable, but once they gel it's hard to get them back the way they were.

Maybe the star doesnt even exist any more.Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.

One listless day followed another, with nothing to distinguish one from the next. You could have changed the order and no one would have noticed.

Better to be a first-class matchbox than a second-class match.