“Do you really think he was flirting with me?""Let's see. He gave you candy you hate - I saw your face - and a CD of songs..." He looks at the CD. "All of these are, like, twenty years old at least. Figures. Oh, and he groped your face. Sounds like true love to me.”

“I love books. I love that moment when you can open one and sink into it. You can escape from the world, into a story that's way more interesting than yours will ever be.”

“I want to care, but I don’t. I look at you and all I feel is tired.”

“The thing is, that world doesn't exist. All growing up means is that your realize no one will come along to fix things. No one will come along to save you.”

“The heart is a place with worm holes made by feelings you aren't supposed to have but do.”

“I want to lie down on the bench then, or better yet, on the grass, rest on something living and see if I can hear the dead underneath.”

“it´s just...today has really sucked, and when you´re around stuff doesn´t seem so crappy - Will”

“When someone you love...when they die, you want it undone. You'd do anything to have them back, and it's easy to believe that if only this had happened or that had happened, everything would be fine. And that's what makes you angry. What makes you hate. You don't want to believe that sometimes bad things happen just because they do.”

“I always thought of grief as a blow that took everything out of you. And it is like that. But it stays, past that first hard hit. It stays and blows its breath into you. It's always there, reminding you of what you've lost. What's gone.”

“I see what grief does, how it strips you bare, shows you all the things you don't want to know. That loss doesn't end, that there isn't a moment where you are done, when you can neatly put it away and move on.”

“And that's what makes you angry. What makes you hate. You don't want to believe that sometimes bad things happen just because they do.”