A big sister who cries over being human over you. A gravelly voiced kid who's friends left him over you. And a pink-haired girl who keeps your picture in her wallet.

You don't need your eyes to love. You just feel it inside you.

Don’t be friends with jerks.

I won't describe what I look like. Whatever you're thinking, it's probably worse.

That's how it is in heaven. It's just love, and no one forgets who they love.

I actually like how doctors talk. I like the sound of science. I like how words you don't understand explain things you can't understand.

Sometimes you don't have to mean to hurt someone to hurt someone.