Come here,” she says. “No, you come here.” “I said it first.” “Rock paper scissors.” “No. Because you’ll do nerdy calculations and work out what I chose the last six times and then you’ll win.” Will pushes away from the table and his hand snakes out and he pulls her toward him and Tom figures that Will was always going to go to her first.

This isn't romance. This isn't a declaration of love or affirmation of friendship. This is something more.

What’s the difference between a trip and a journey?" "Narnie, my love, when we get there, you’ll understand.

You go shake your foundations, Will. I think it's about time I saved myself.

The two horsewomen of the apocalypse still win, despite their dwindling numbers.

Someone asked us later, "Didn't you wonder why no one came across you sooner?" Did I wonder? When you see your parents zipped up in black body bags on the Jellicoe Road like they're some kind of garbage, don't you know? Wonder dies.

And when you'd finished running you'd be thousands of miles away from people who love you and your problem would still be there except you'd have nobody to help you.