Maybe you should say goodbye, Cal.' 'No.' 'It might be important.' 'It might make her die.

There's a terrible stillness. I notice a small tear in the wallpaper above her shoulder. I notice finger marks grimed on the light switch. Somewhere down in the house, a door opens and shuts. As Zoey turns to face me, I realize that life is made up of a series of moments, each one a journey to the end.

She'd never in her whole life bunked school, smoked dope, or kissed a boy whose name she didn't know, and yet in the last few days, she'd done all these things.

Maybe you should say goodbye, Cal.' 'No.' 'It might be important.' 'It might make her die.

All I know is that I have two choices – stay wrapped in blankets and get on with dying, or get the list back together and get on with living.

Statement: A girl and a boy jump into a river. The boy swims over to the girl and says, "God, it's cold." Question: What's the probability they will kiss?

We make patterns, we share moments.