We look back to the most important moment in our history, and that becomes the dividing line between what we were and what we are now.

And the moral of the story is that you don't remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened. And the second moral of the story, if a story can have multiple morals, is that Dumpers are not inherently worse than Dumpees - breaking up isn't something that gets done to you; it's something that happens with you.

I don't think you're dying," I said. "I think you've just got a touch of cancer. He smiled. Gallows humor.

No," I said. And maybe it was only because Alaska couldn't hit the brakes and I couldn't hit the accelerator.

I hate the idea that, when it comes to books and learning, hard is often seen as the opposite of fun. It's strange to me that we should be so quick to give up on a book or a math problem when we are so willing to grapple, for centuries if necessary, with a single level of Angry Birds.

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

memories fall apart too.