Their words, like the music, had the potential to be endless.

for once, you believed in yourself. you believed you were beautiful and so did the rest of the world.

An ending was an ending. No matter how many pages of sentences and paragraphs of great stories led up to it, it would always have the last word.

Two a.m.' He swallowed, then said, "You know. The person you can call at two a.m. and, no matter what, you can count on them. Even if they're asleep or it's cold or you need to be bailed out of jail...they'll come for you. It's like, the highest level of friendship.

Don't be a fool. Don't give up something important to hold onto someone who can't even say they love you.

"What was the name of Pygmalion's sister?" She blinked, twice, obviously surprised. "Ummm," she said, keeping her eyes on me. "I don't know." Rogerson did," I told her. "Rogerson knew everything."

There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.