“And just when I though things were starting to get better, everything had gone wrong again.”

“People just don't seem to get me. Don't understand that I need my space. Always telling me what to do. They think rules and routines and clean hands and your p's and q's will make everything all ri...”

“We all know we're one day closer to the end when we wake up in the morning. We just kid ourselves that it's not happening.”

“However cozy things seemed, the facts of life were the same. You couldn't escape death: It would get us all in the end.”

“I was tired of being me.”

“My best day ever. Got up. Had breakfast. Came to school. Bored, as usual. Wishing I wasn't there, like usual. Kids ignoring me, suits me fine. Sitting with the other retardswere so special. Wasting...”

“My fear for you outweighs my fear of him, he said simply. And I told you, didnt I? If you left, Id follow you.But should you try to leave on your own, know that I will go to the ends of the earth t...”

“In the end we're all just chalk lines on the concrete Drawn only to be washed away For the time that I've been given I am what I am”

“The cracks in old friendships are measured in awkward pauses.”

“It's Sanjit. It's a Hindu name. It means 'invincible.'""That's great," Lana said."Invincible. I can't be vinced.""That's not even a word," Lana said."Go ahead: try to vince me," Sanjit said.”

“Be content to love, to dazzle in the light,If only for momentsAnd then be gone,With gladness in your heart,Before the creeping shadowsClaim too much your sadness at leaving.”

“So asking you to take a moonlit walk with me, that would totally not work?""What?" Again that glare. "Go away. Stop being an idiot. I don't even know you.""You're healing my little brother Bowie.""...”

“The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and will be. Maybe we've lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we've fou...”

“Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead. --I shall feel it."She dropped her head again on Marius' knees, and her eyelids closed. He thought the poor soul had departed. Eponine remained ...”

“I've never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human he...”