I'd be happy with this summer if it's all we ever had.

Get some money, buy a red coffeepot, move out. Find a new place to plug it in.

I didn’t know how I could live with that knowledge, without it eating me up, without it poisoning every happy memory I had of growing up. Without it ruining everything Beck and I had. I didn’t understand how someone could be both God and the devil. How the same person could destroy you and save you. When everything I was, good and bad, was knotted with threads of his making, how was I supposed to know whether to love or hate him?

This is about as comforting as a cold brick when you're lonely.

I won't let this be my good-bye. I've folded one thousand paper crane memories of me and Grace, and I've made my wish. I will find a cure. And then I will find Grace.

If she and Sam ever had kids, they'd be gluten-intolerant out of self-defence.

The world needs more love at first sight.