Ethan: I love you, I whispered in her ear. She held my face in her hands and leaned back so she could look at me. Lena: I don't think I could ever love anything the way I love you.

I want you here. I don't care if it's a hundred degrees and every blade of grass dies. Without you, none of that matters to me.

You're so full of crap, you could pass for a toilet.

It smelled like aging wood and creosote, plastic book covers, and old paper. Old paper, which my mom used to say was the smell of time itself.

I almost ran you down, remember? I have to be nice to you, so you don't have me arrested.

South of Somewhere and north of Nowhere.

She was my destination. I was always on the way to Lena, even when I wasn't. Even when she wasn't on her way to me.