Being left makes you doubt your ability to keep people, even friends.

When someone needs help, you help. Right?

He might be tall enough to see into tomorrow, but he hadn’t looked there in a long, long time. He’d forgotten how bright it was. So bright he could hardly stand it.

She never thought she was good at making friends. But maybe she was just trying to be friends with the wrong people.

You are who you are, whether you like it or not, so why not like it?

We have history, you and I. You just don’t know it yet.

To Fred, those years seemed to pass like quickly skimming a book and then finding the ending wasn't what he expected. He wished he'd paid more attention to the story.