No matter how hard you kick, no matter how high you get, you can't go all the way around.

Great news for someone is always bad news for someone else

She waited for me to play out the string, to find the place where she had stopped and was waiting for me, to follow the breadcrumb tail until it dead-ended into her.

She never acted as if she liked him all that much, but then she never acted as if she liked anyone all that much.

me: you know what sucks about love? o.w.g.: what? me: that it's so tied to the truth. I know it sucks, but in a way, it's good....Love and truth being tied together, I mean. They make each other possible, you know?

Almost everyone is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world. Bequeathing a legacy. Outlasting death. We all want to be remembered. I do, too. That’s what bothers me most, is being another unremembered casualty in the ancient and inglorious war against disease.

... she called it a paper town. Like, you know, everything so fake and flimsy.