Jesus, I'm not going to be one of those people who sits around talking about what they're going to do. I'm just going to do it.

I wouldn't have cared if my girlfriend was a Jaguar-driving Cyclops with a beard - I'd have been grateful just to have someone to make out with.

He missed her like crazycakes.

He loved the scratching of pencil against paper when he was focused: it meant something was happening.

She spoke quietly then, the tiniest crack in her voice, and all at once Lacey Pemerton was not Lacey Pemberton. She was just—like, a person.

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

Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia.