“...Simon and I by then were practicing to be apart, rehearsing together in the same room and often in the same conversation.”

“Things that came apart could be put together again, but never exactly the same.”

“It isn’t about being at the same school or the same town or even the same room. It’s about being together. Love is a choice you make.”

“(Love) isn't about being at the same school or the same town or even the same room, Lexi. It's about being together. Love is a choice you make.”

“I soaked the conversations up like a sponge, pulled them apart, rearranged them to make their origins disappear, and when I told them to the same people who had told the stories earlier, they were bewildered by the coincidence between what I said and what they were thinking.”

“Actually, I am asking myself if conversations with friends always feel like this--two minds bound together by their focus on the same subject.”