“I've hardly taken any pictures on this trip. Melanie teased me about it, to which I always said I preferred to experience something rather than obsessively record it. Though, really, the truth of it was, unlike Melanie (who wanted to remember the shoe salesman and the mime and the cute waiter and all the other people on the tour), none of that really mattered to me. At the start of the trip, I took shots of the sights. The Colosseum. Belvedere Palace. Mozart Square. But I stopped. They never came out very well, and you could get postcards of these things.But there are no postcards of this. Of life.”

“Sometimes we meet people and are so symbiotic with them, it’s as if we are one person, with one mind, one destiny.”

“Please Mia," he implores. "Don't make me write a song.”

“A journey of a thousand miles starts with just ten digits.”

“Neither sleet nor rain nor a half inch of snow will compel me to dress like a lumberjack.”

“I remember watching it all and getting the tickling in my chest and thinking to myself: This is what happiness feels like.”

“Adam's lips are set in a grime line. I can't tell if he's about to cry or about to punch the guard. For his sake, I hope it's the former. For you own, I hope the latter.”

“For my first recital ever, they gave me a cello. And for this one, they gave me you.”

“But that's the thing with death. The whisper of it descent travels fast and wide, and people must've know I'd become a corpse because nobody even came to view the body.”

“I'll be your mess, you be mineThat was the deal that we had signed”

“You must not waste your one day here. When the sun shines, you let it shine on you. Snow is always waiting.”