I remember being intrigued by the idea of school-in-a-box, just-add-water-and-Sam.

What are you wishing for?' Grace interrupted. 'To kiss you,' I said to her.

I don't trust the ocean, either; it would kill me as soon as not. It doesn't mean I'm afraid of it.

Now, I was a fan of the simple pleasures in life: grilled cheese sandwiches without black flecks on the crust, jeans that didn't pinch the better parts of me, an inch of vodka, ten to twelve hours of sleep. - Cole St Clair, Forever.

The tourists always seem to want something. On Thisby, it's less about wanting, and more about being." I wonder after I say it if he'll think I sound like have no drive or ambition.

I remembered the pain as clearly as if I were shifting — the pain of loss. I felt the agony of the single moment that I lost myself. Lost what made me Sam. The part of me that could remember Grace's name.

It was the way she felt when she looked at the stars.