Lena Smoothed her hair. "Crazy weather you have down here.

Old things are better than new things, because they've got stories in them, Ethan.

I'll drive like my grandma. I'll drive like your grandma." "You wouldn't say that if you knew my gramma.

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. Maybe there isn't a meaning to life. Maybe there's only a meaning to living. That's what I've learned. That's what I'm going to be doing from now on. Living. And loving, as sappy as it sounds

I couldn't look at her. I'd been jealous and hurt, and I had dragged Liv into the middle of my own broken mess of a life. All because I thought Lena didn't love me anymore. But I was stupid, and I was wrong. Lena loved me so much, she was willing to risk everything to save me. I had given up on Lena, after she had refused to give up on me. I owed her my life. It was as simple as that.

Stupid to the power of stupid.

The mortal world is in a state of Beautiful Chaos and destruction, which will ultimately lead to an exquisite end.