How can you just forget a person completely until the moment you see his face again?

Do you think people have noticed that I'm around?" "I notice when you're not. Does that count?

Your problems are out there. But they're small. They only grow out of proportion when they climb inside your head.

And I hear nothing because it's like the volume button has been turned down on our lives and nobody has anything to say anymore." "I want to be an adjective again. But I am a noun.

I live on the Jellicoe Road. Where trees make canopies over-head and where you can sit at the top of them and see forever.

Lucian was beginning to get used to hearing her small observations at night. More than anything, he realized he liked her voice in the dark. It made him feel less lonely.

No chance. It'd be like cutting off our hands." "Then learn to live without your hands." "No, because then we won't be able to do this," Ben says, giving him the finger [...]