I knew that I would know more dead people. The bodies pile up. Could there be a space in my memory for each of them, or would I forget a little of Alaska every day for the rest of my life?

it was not enough to be the last guy she kissed. i wanted to be the last one she loved.

The easiest way to solve a mystery is to decide that there is no mystery to solve.

That is, to me at least, one of the most helpful and useful things books do for us: They are generous enough to allow us to choose what matters to us.

By saying you don’t care if the world falls apart, in some small way you’re saying you want it to stay together, on your own terms.

I hated cranberry sauce, but for some reason my mom persisted in her lifelong belief that it was my very favorite food, even though every single Thanksgiving I politely declined to include it on my plate.

...whatever you're worried about, you're bigger than the worries.