“That's the question, isn't it?" you said one night. "Does death bring freedom, or is it the end of freedom?”

“But death is not freedom. For a moment, it can look like freedom. But then it's death.Anything.Something.Nothing.”

“You know, I'd get a tattoo with your name on it. Only, I want you to have the freedom to change your name if you want to.”

“doodle, v.: I have more fun when it's freedom”

“Even if neither of us got what we wanted, we found freedom in the third choices.”

“You were in Sweden?" Boomer asked."No," I said. "The trip got called off at the last minute. Because of political the unrest""In Sweden?" Priya seemed skeptical."Yeah-isn't it strange how the Times isn't covering it? Half the country's on strike because of that thing the crown prince said about Pippi Longstocking Which means no meatballs for Christmas, if you know what I mean.""That's so sad!" Boomer said.”

“The minute I knew I was in love was the minute when there was no question about it. One night I was lying in the dark, looking at her looking at me, and it just was there, undeniable.”