“Believe me," he said, pointing his finger at me like a gun, "no good comes from lying about what you really want.”

“Sometimes, almost getting what you want is worse than never coming close.”

“What do you think about when you can't sleep? Sometimes I think about the ocean. I can see it lapping on the shore, waves rolling in one after the other, washing over the sand, never stopping. That's what usually puts me to sleep.”

“La Dra. Briggs siempre decía que si me iba de un lugar tendría que llegar a otro, y el dolor me seguiría dondequiera que fuera. —¿Es mejor quedarse y enfrentarse a él, entonces, después de todo?”

“Like I told you on Thanksgiving, pretending is a lousy way to get through life.”

“Once you're out here in the world, nobody cares where you used to live. Who you are, that's what counts.”

“But we'd only had so many nights together, and the notebook had so many pages, and the world was never going to get bigger.”