“I'm always happy," Sasha said. "Sometimes I just forget.”

“I'm always sure of what I do," he said. "Sometimes I was just never sure there was supposed to be a happy ending.”

“Sometimes I'm happy when he's gone, but I'm always happy when he returns. -Clare”

“Yeah, he'd said, maybe it's just my idea, but really it always hurts, the times it don't hurt is when we just forget, we just forget it hurts, you know, it's not just because my belly's all rotten, everybody always hurts. So when it really starts stabbing me, somehow I feel sort of peaceful, like I'm myself again.”

“Sometimes, I think Bill forgets that I am sixteen. But I am very happy that he does.”

“So you're always honest," I said."Aren't you?""No," I told him. "I'm not.""Well, that's good to know, I guess.""I'm not saying I'm a liar," I told him. He raised his eyebrows. "That's not how I meant it, anyways.""How'd you mean it, then?""I just...I don't always say what I feel.""Why not?""Because the truth sometimes hurts," I said."Yeah," he said. "So do lies, though.”