“Maybe if I can just sleep for a hundred years, I'll wake up in a better story.”

“I'll just sit back here and perform a few of the more acrobatic positions in the Kama Sutra. By myself, sadly.”

“The Garretts were my bedtime story, long before I ever thought I’d be part of the story myself.”

“Do you know how many times I've read "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie" to this kid? That is one fucked-up story. How is that a book for babies?”

“No words for a long time. Which is fine, because even the most important ones-- I love you. I'm sorry. Forgive me? I'm here-- are only stand-ins for what you can say better without talking at all.”

“Jase glances up to smile at me. “Don’t worry, Sam. It’s just us.”

“The right thing to do is so easy to see when you're seventeen years old and don't have to make any big decisions. When you know that no matter what you do, someone will take care of you and fix everything. But when you're grown up, the world is not that black and white, and the right thing doesn't a tidy little arrow pointing to it.”