Hunky Heroes, rescuing distressed women, captive princesses, and girls without wheels since 1684. p. 450

Everything ends, people move on, they don't look back. It's how they should be.

Maybe before you die, it's your ghosts you see.

I remember Lena's expression when he knocked on the door; and how Alex had looked at her when she finally let him into the storeroom. I remember exactly what he was wearing, too, and the mess of his hair, the sneakers with their blue-tinged laces. His right shoe was untied. He didn't notice. He didn't notice anything but Lena.

Love: It will kill you and save you, both

But if you do believe, then you already know all about magic.

I wonder if it's ever really possible to know the truth about someone else, or if the best we can do is just stumble into each other, heads down, hoping to avoid collision. I...wonder how many people are clutching secrets like little fists, little rocks sitting in the pits of their stomachs. All of them, maybe.