“Jacob: "Let her stare."Terra: "What?"Jacob: "Yeah most of the starers are just curious. Smile back. That's what I used to do.”

“Jacob: "Let her stare."Terra: "What?"Jacob: "Yeah most of the starers are just curious. Smile back. That's what I used to do.”

“I didn't know that the world could be so mind-blowingly beautiful.”

“He knew me in all the ways that truly mattered: the shape of my fears, the contours of my dreams.”

“The pressure of his touch through my jacket and my sweater was more assurance than any promise ever made to me. It was a touch that said, I have your back and I am here for you. If a girl wasn't careful, she could fall in love with a touch like that.”

“So, really," continued Jacob as if this were perfectly normal to expound on art in these circumstances, "when you think about it, the artists who make people stop and think, who push the form, who make you uncomfortable, who are laughable, well, they're the ones who get remembered." Idly, Jacob dug a hole in the snow with his shovel and then another one next to it. "So why wouldn't you want to join the ranks of the ridiculed?”

“Safe, I decided, didn't leave much room for fun.”

“Getting lost is just another way of saying 'going exploring.”

“North-ish." A pause, and then: "Is that Terra for I'm lost-ish?”

“Progress is hard on history.”

“Jacob: "Let her stare."Terra: "What?"Jacob: "Yeah most of the starers are just curious. Smile back. That's what I used to do.”

“Hey, if it's a good philosophy, it works. Death is imminent. Live every day like it's your last.”