“Wanna see the rest of my happy place?”

“I'd rather be miserable and free than happy and caged.”

“The worst thing you can do is rest all your hopes on a wish. A granted wish doesn't equal a perfect life.”

“1821," I told him, noting mailboxes of castles and pirate ships and the street numbers painted on them. I had to fis hmy penlight from my pack to see the numbers; streetlights were scarce, and the sky bulged with low, sooty clouds instead of helpful moonlight.”

“What the eyes don't see, the heart can't feel.”

“I had the craziest idea that if I looked closely enough, maybe tilted his head toward the light, I'd be able to see into his brain.”

“I wear my cool on the inside; that's why my hands are always so cold.”