...if you are one tardy away from missing out on a big competition, you should probably make your coffee at home.

For a second we just stand there in silence. Then, suddenly, Alex is back, easy and smiling again. “I left a note for you one time. In the Governor’s fist, you know?” I left a note for you one time. It’s impossible, too crazy to think about, and I hear myself repeating, “You left a note for me?” “I’m pretty sure it said something stupid. Just hi, and a smiley face, and my name. But then you stopped coming.” He shrugs. “It’s probably still there. The note, I mean. Probably just a bit of paper pulp by now.

I didn't realize then what a privilege that was: to be bored with your best friend; to have time to waste.

At a certain point your brain stops to rationalize things. At a certain point it gives up, shuts off, shuts down.

Of all the miracles Po had seen in the time and space of its death, Po thought this--the absorption of another, the carrying of it--was the most bewildering and remarkable of all. Whenever Bundle separated again, Po was left with an ache of sadness that reminded the ghost of the body it had left behind.

That’s what made it so frightening to the lawmakers: Love obeys no laws other than its own.

I'd rather die my way than live yours.