“Maybe there is hope in the fragments, that what is lost can always be filled in by someone who knows.”

“You know what happens to girls who loves lost boys? They become lost themselves.”

“But do you know what happens to girls who love lost boys? They become lost themselves. Without fail.”

“All this hoping for something- or someone- that's maybe hopeless. I'm having a hard time processing what I am supposed to believe, or if I'm even supposed to. There is too much information, and I don't like a lot of it.”

“You like him because he's a lost boy. Believe me, I've seen it happen before. But do you know what happens to girls who love lost boys? They become lost themselves. Without fail.”

“You existed. You existed now as a fractal.Definition:A fractal is generally a rough or fragmented geometric shape that can be broken into parts, each of which is (at least approximately) a reduced-size copy of the whole.Maybe I was a fractal. Maybe the photographer was a fractal.Maybe we were all fractals.”

“Maybe language is kind, giving us these double meanings. Maybe it's trying to teach us a lesson, that we can always be two things at once.”