It's embarrassing that we all just walk through life blindly accepting that scrambled eggs are fundamentally associated with mornings.

Every paper girl needs at least one string.

I like the strings. I always have. Because that's how it feels. But the strings make pain seem more fatal than it is, I think. We're not as frail as the strings would make us believe. And I like the grass, too. The grass got me to you, helped me to imagine you as an actual person. But we're not different sprouts from the same plant. I can't be you. You can't be me. You can imagine another well – but never quite perfectly, you know?

Tiny, the next time that you try to set me up with a girl with a secret boyfriend can you at least INFORM me that she has a secret boyfriend? Also, if you don't call me back within five minutes, I'm going to assume you found a way back to Evanston. Furthermore, you are an asshat. That is all.

I hope you didn't bring the Asian kid along thinking he's a computer genius. Because I'm not," Takumi said.

Margo's beauty was a kind of sealed vessel of perfection--uncracked and uncrackable.

The future lay before him, inevitable but invisible.