“Jason, as much as I'd like to believe that we're friends, I know I can't count on you.”

“I'd like to be a light meter.""A what?""A light meter. Like a photographer uses. Tinks had one this morning." Aidan snapped an imaginary photo of me. "I'd like to be able to measure and know for certain whether people were giving off light or taking light away.""You're strange," I said. "But I think I like that about you.”

“I used to believe having a good memory meant being able to remember everything in perfect detail. Now I believe having a good memory means being able to selectively forget. It's not what I'll remember, Jason," he said. "It's what I'll forget that matters.”

“I was surprised," I said, "to find someone here with you. I'd rather you existed only when I was around.”

“That night on the Swan we'd promised each other that we'd have some sort of romance. Something unprecedented. "We don't have to be like other people," she'd said, and I'd believed her.”

“You know, I'm going to make it a point whenever I see you to be like the ocean. You can look to me for relief.”

“That's what Cal would tell you about me. "Jason's the nice one," he'd say. "He'd give you all his stars.”