. . . Endlessness is a really strange idea in a universe that is defined by its endings.

I kept waiting for that loneliness and nervousness to make me want to go back. But it never did.

She's just playing a trick on us. This is just an Alaska Young Prank Extraordinaire. It's Alaska being Alaska, funny and playful and not knowing when or how to put on the brakes.

Finally, I decided that the proper strategy was to stare back. Boys do not have a monopoly on the Staring Business, after all. So I looked him over and soon it was a staring contest. After a while the boy smiled, and then finally his blue eyes glanced away. When he looked back at me, I flicked my eyebrows up to say, I win. He shrugged

He wanted to draw out the moment before the moment- because as good as kissing feels, nothing feels as good as the anticipation of it.

She was nothing but good and I was nothing but bad, but then she died, and I didn't.

You are helpful, and you are loved, and you are forgiven, and you are not alone.