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.

I love her beyond the universe and back. I love her from this world to the next.

I need to talk to Lena" There it was. I'd finally said it. The one thing that had kept me from being able to exhale all day. The thing that had made me feel like I couldn't sit down, like I couldn't stay. Like I had to get up and go somewhere, even if I had nowhere to go.

What did you do to Amma?" "I was late to school." He studied my face. I studied his. "Number 2?" I nodded. "Sharp?" "Started out sharp and then she sharpened it.

Hey, Ethan." "Yeah?" "Remember the Twinkie on the bus? The one I gave you in second grade, the day we met?" "The one you found on the floor and gave me without telling me? Nice." He grinned and shot the ball. "It never really fell on the floor. I made that part up.

When you look up. Do you see the blue sky of what might be? Or the darkness of what will never be? Do you see me?

...you cannot punish a wet child for the rain.