“Victoria glares at him. 'It doesn't mean anything if you don't mean it.'Zach smiles. 'My dear, I never mean it.”

“Thanks," he said. "De nada," said Julius. "What does that mean?" said Charlie. "It's nothing, in Spanish." said Julius. "I mean, it means nothing, the word nothing, not that it doesn't mean anything, though of course it doesn't mean anything, it means something: it means nothing. Nothing is what it means. Not that it doesn't mean anything." "No, it means nothing, I know what you mean." said Charlie with a straight face. They started to giggle.”

“My dad was a fairy," said Zach. "And by that I don't mean he dressed well and enjoyed musical theatre.”

“Danny smiles. Really smiles--like it means a lot that I'm not mad at him anymore. And then I figure out something weird: that you can be important to someone who doesn't mean much to you. But that once you find that out--that you mean something to them--it's hard not to feel that they mean something to you.”

“This is why I forgive, but I don't forget. When you forget someone, the forgiveness doesn't mean anything anymore.”

“Doubters don't mean a damn thing,' I tell him. 'I doubt it'll rain tomorrow, but that doesn't mean I control the rain.”