The snow may be falling in the winter of my discontent, but at least I've got sarcastic company.

And he was feeling not-unique in the very best possible way.

I just want you to be happy. If that’s with me or with someone else or with nobody. I just want you to be happy.

I’ve stopped thinking about it. I don’t have time to have a girlfriend. I have like a full-time job Learning How to Be Blind.

But I had to kill you, because the only other possible ending was us doing it, which I wasn't really emotionally ready to write about at ten.' 'Fair enough,' I say. 'But in the revision, I want to get some action.

In the darkest days, the Lord puts the best people into your life." (p. 28)

It seemed like forever ago, like we've had this brief but still infinite forever. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.