In the end....everything matters.

The main thing I wanted to say, and thankfully it’s what most people say they get out of the book, is simply an acknowledgement that we do affect each other in ways we can’t predict.

If I had a chance with him, I missed it. No, I didn't miss it. I threw it away.

I want to look back. To look over my shoulder and see the Stop sign with huge reflective letters, pleading with Hannah. Stop!

I miss video games where the jump-kick was the trickiest combo to master.

Yes, it feels great to plan your life when you believe everything can turn out fine. But what about when you're shown, again and again, how little control you have over anything? No matter what I do to try to fix my future, it doesn't work.

When you try rescuing someone and discover they can't be reached, why would you ever throw that back in their face?