You can't jump off a cliff when you have already fallen off a bigger one.

Kind of like love before first sight.” and “Butterflies in your stomach. That was such a crappy metaphor. More like killer bees.

I wanted to stay this way forever. Which, it turns out, was exactly five more minutes.

The one broken window that permanently wouldn't roll up had destroyed her perfectly curled blond prom-hair, and by the time we got to the gym she looked like Marie Antoinette with bedhead.

Dig deep. Find your way to your soul.

There is a point. I don't know what it is, but everything I've had, and everything I've lost, and everything I felt—it meant something.

Wait, I got it. We, uh, won the battle and lost the war, or was it the other way around? 'Cause around here, it's hard to tell sometimes.