“It was chance. A random series of events given meaning by somone desperate to prove there's a design to our lives. That the minutes and hours between our birth and death are ore than frantic moments of chaos. Because if that's all they are - if there are no rules governing our lives - then our entire existence is a meaningless farce.”

“We are merely pieces of a grander design, even more insignificant than I imagined. When the earth ceases to be, all those stars will shine on. Our deaths will mean nothing to them.”

“The universe is more than thirteen billion years old. What is the value of a single kiss compared to that?”

“Making out with Marcus had always felt like a race to the finish line, but with Diego I felt like I'd already won.”

“I felt as if each person within visual range were slowly draining the life from me. We were all connected, and the more them there were, the more I wanted to crawl under a table and cry.”

“If a kid looks like he doesn't give a shit, it's not because he doesn't believe in himself anymore; it's because no one else believes in him.”

“How can you make an informed decision about whether to save the world if you never leave your tiny part of it?”

“And I stood there and took it because I was an object. We were all objects to Marcus McCoy.”

“Dreams are hopeful because they exist as pure possibility.”

“I could write my name across the sky, and it would be in invisible ink.”

“She's the gristle stuck between Time's teeth, and I love her for it.”