Can I tell you honestly that I'd rather be in your life as your friend than nothing at all?

Sometimes,” he said after a second that lasted a million years, “things get broken. And they can’t be fixed.

From the first time you laughed with me, all those months, and all those stories,” Joe said quietly. “They were all you, to me. All of them were you.

Jealousy smells like the water in the bottom of a flower vase after the flowers have died.

There seemed to be so much to say, but no words adequate to say it.

The past doesn't change no matter how much time you spend thinking about it. Good and bad all add up to the whole. Take away one piece, no matter how small, and the whole changes. Whether it's optimism, pessimism or fatalism, I don't spend my time wishing for the past to be different so present would be different, too. I control my future with what I choose now.

What are you, Elle? Are you a ghost? Are you an angel or a demon? Because you can’t be real.