“Writing is like going underwater - thank you for being there when I come back up.”

“Wherever I go, Whatever the distance that seperates us... I will come back to you. And when you grow up and become an adult, I promise I'll come back and find you. - Because I'll always keep liking you like this.”

“I was thinking: Is this what love is, feeling like you've been spun around underwater? Forgetting how cold you are, until she looks up and you look down and you're embarrassed and the world comes rushing back in? Or is love not being able to get that image out of your head, the image of the moment right before she looked up?”

“There is no Thanksgiving back in the old country where I come from. You know why? Because being thankful is a sin.”

“Being with him was like being alone underwater -- everything was slow; nothing counted; I could not be harmed; I would feel dry and cold when I resurfaced.”

“Wherever I go, I'll always see you. You'll always be with me. And there's no happy ending coming here, no way a story that started on a night that's burned into my heart will end the way I wish it could. You're really gone, no last words, and no matter how many letters I write to you, you're never going to reply. You're never going to say good-bye. So I will. Good-bye, Julia. Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for being you.”