For a brief moment, I wonder if I would have listened to him if he hadn't died. Would I have clung to his every word so tightly if his advice had felt unlimited?

It just goes to show that if you tell a woman her only skill is to be desirable, she will believe you.

I made it fifty-fifty. Which is the cruelest thing you can do to someone you love, give them just enough good to make them stick through a hell of a lot of bad.

I like to think you and Ben were like that. That you ended abruptly, but in that short time, you had more passion than some people have in a lifetime

People say that life keeps moving, but they don't mention that it does stop sometimes, just for you. Just for you and your girl. The world stops spinning and just lets you two lie there. Feels like it, anyway. Sometimes. If you're lucky.

And she said, “There’s just as much to hate about you as there is to like about you. And that’s annoying.

It cost so much, caring. I didn't have any currency to spend on it.

I wanted to give her a lot of things. I wanted what I had to be hers. I wondered if this was what it felt like to love someone. I already knew what it meant to be in love with someone. I'd felt it, and I'd acted it. But to love someone. To care for them. To throw your lot in with theirs and think, Whatever happens, it's you and me.

I loved you so much, that I thought you were the meaning of my life," Celia said, crying. "I thought that people were put on Earth to find other people, and I was put on Earth to find you. To find you, and touch your skin, and smell your breath, and hear all your thoughts. But I don't think that's true anymore." She wiped her eyes. "Because I don't want to be meant for someone like you.