It felt like everything was rising up in me, like I was drowning in this weirdly painful joy, but I couldn't say it back. I just looked at him and let him look at me until he nodded, lips pursed and turned away, placing the side of his head against the window.

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.

but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever.

What's the meaning of life? Other people.

I don't believe in prom,' I reminded her as she rounded a corner. I expertly angled my raisin bran to accomodate the g-forces. I'd done this before.

I will play out the string. I will not betray your trust. I will find you.

I am concussed," I announced, entirely sure of my self-diagnosis.