I was horribly bookish, to the point of coming right out and saying it, which I knew was not socially acceptable.

One of the failures of cellular communication is that tiredness often comes across as sadness.

I don't know why I'm saying any of this, except that it's the truth." -Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist

Somewhere between a friend and acquaintance—a frequaintance, as it were.

All this hoping for nothing-or someone-that's maybe hopeless

She told me if I clean all the ashes out of the grate, then I’ll be able to help my sisters get ready for the bal.” “It’s Christmas, Dashiel. Can’t you give that atitude a rest?” “Merry Christmas, Dad. And thanks for the presents.” “What presents?” “I’m sorry—those were all from Mom, weren’t they?

With what you were talking about before. The world being broken. Maybe it isn't that we're supposed to find the pieces and put them back together. Maybe we're the pieces." Nick says. "Maybe," Nick says, "what we're supposed to do is come together. That's how we stop the breaking.