We sat like that for a long while, and when we stood up, all my sad things were in boxes, and Beck was my father.

It's like thinking you're going to heaven, but when you get there it turns out to be Cleveland.

His was the disease we couldn’t cure. His was the good-bye that meant the most

There is no better taste than this: someone else’s laughter in your mouth.

if you were really busy, you could almost forget about it, but when you stopped moving, it was murder

Sam came around the side of the car and stopped dead when he saw me. “Oh my God, what is THAT?” I used my thumb and middle finger to flick the multicolored pom-pom on top of my head. “In my language, we call it a HAT. It keeps my ears warm.” “Oh my God,” Sam said again, and closed the distance between us. He cupped my face in his hands and studied me. “It’s horribly cute.” He kissed me, looked at the hat, and then he kissed me again. I vowed never to lose the pom-pom hat.

It's a lovely answer and takes me entirely by surprise. I hadn't realized we were having a serious conversation, or I think I would've given a better reply when he asked me.