It passed, though. That was the bad thing. It always passed.

I'm really interested in the idea of anomynity and familiarity. And sunglasses, you know, are so indicatitve of that. I mean, they're worn by some people to hide themselves. But they're also a fashion statement, meant to be noticed. So there's a dichotomy there.

Everyone has their weak spot. The one thing that, despite your best efforts, will always bring you to your knees, regardless of how strong you are otherwise.

If you were dead," Owen told her, "you'd have bigger problems than what you were wearing.

The true story...is the realization that no time in your life is ever perfect, that even the best memories have cracks you might not see.

If there's one thing I've learned in the last few months, it's that sometimes you just have to close your eyes and jump.

You, have this whole tall, dark stranger thing going on. Not to mention the tortured artist bit. And you, have that whole blonde cool and collected perfect smart thing going on. You're the boy all the girls want to rebel with. You, are the unattainable girl in homeroom who never gives a guy the time of day.