Her primary reason for living and my primary reason for living were awfully entangled.

What about the rest of your life?" She shrugged. "What about it?" "Aren't you worried about, like, forever?" "Forever is composed of nows," she says.

You were clearly not doing your part in the clover search, perv.

Just move to the Internet, its great here. We get to live inside where the weather is always awesome.

I stand in this parking lot, realizing that I’ve never been this far from home, and here is this girl I love and cannot follow. I hope this is the hero’s errand, because not following her is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

This star won't go out. And it won't. we won't let it.

You say you're not special because the world doesn't know about you, but that's an insult to me. I know about you.