“I'm not crazy and we're not alone. I told them, but the only two people who ever believed me were the schizophrenic abducted by aliens and his invisible friend. I told them!”

“He was beside me then, his arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly."I'm not crazy," I whispered."I know."Believe it or not, that's the most romantic thing Zachary Goode ever told me.And I kind of loved him for it.”

“I’m not crazy,” I whispered.“I know.”Believe it or not, that’s the most romantic thing Zachary Goode ever told me.”

“Was I ever crazy? Maybe. Or maybe life is… Crazy isn’t being broken or swallowing a dark secret. It’s you or me amplified. If you ever told a lie and enjoyed it. If you ever wished you could be a child forever. They were not perfect, but they were my friends.”

“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.”

“No, dude. I told you, we're not crazy.”