“I don't have to blow up everything I see... I just like to.”

“I marked their location in case Kell wanted to blow them up or something.” “I don’t have to blow up everything I see. I just like to.”

“I don't have a diary, I don't write things into a diary. I imprint myself into the sky and when the sunlight shines brightly, I can stand under the sun's rays and everything I have imprinted of myself into the sky, I will begin to see again, feel again, remember. And when the wind begins to blow, it blows the details over my face, and I remember everything I left in the sky and see new things being born. I am unwritten.”

“Blow the candle out, I don't need to see what my thoughts look like.”

“I feel like someone’s going to see my hot pocket if the wind blows this thing up a bit.”I snorted. “Gram!”

“Like, you don't get to move one and just blow your past away. Everything you do, every new move you make is all tangled up in everything you did.”