And yes, again, that was it exactly. A retyper and not a writer. A prodigy and not a genius.

I didn’t need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back.

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

Yeah, so if that guy can make it in drunk, surely we can make it in sober. I mean, we’re ninjas.' 'Well, maybe you’re a ninja,' I said. 'You’re just a really loud, awkward ninja,' Margo said, 'but we are both ninjas.

Every year, many, many stupid people graduate from college. And if they can do it, so can you.

Colder by the hour, more dead with every breath.

I'm so proud of you that it makes me proud of me. I hope you know that.