“I loved my mother too,' I said. 'I still do. That's the thing - it never goes away, even if the person does.”

“What if I still want to go?""Then you'll go," he said. "But I wanted you to know the danger.”

“What are you doing with all these books?" I asked, stepping towards a tall stack on the floor. I ran my fingers down the spines, recognizing a few familiar titles from School: Heart of Darkness, The Great Gatsby, and To the Lighthouse.Caleb came beside me, his warm shoulder brushing against mine. "I do this funny thing sometimes," she said, shooting me a mischievous grin. "I open a book, and I look at each page. It's called reading”

“Sometimes it seems like all the things I need to know, I don’t. And all the things I do know are completely wrong.”

“What If I still want to go?" "Then you'll go," he said. "But I wanted you to know the danger." "There's always danger." His green eyes met mine. I was starting to see It, how It could happen-Caleb and me.”

“You do anything for the person you love,” she said finally. "And then when you don’t think you can give any more of yourself, you do. You keep going. Because it would kill you not to.”

“I love you, I love you, I love you.”