"That’s part of what I like about the book in some ways. It portrays death truthfully. You die in the middle of your life, in the middle of a sentence"
"You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect."
"Maybe 'Okay' will be our 'always'..."
"Look, let me just say it: He was hot. A nonhot boy stares at you relentlessly and it is, at best, awkward and, at worst, a form of assault. But a hot boy . . . well."
"You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful."
"As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once."