“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.”

“But we'd had only so many nights together, and the notebook had only so many pages, and that world was never going to get any bigger. The truth was that I couldn't have kept her even if she'd lived. At the end, we'd both been pushing at the walls of our secret world, pushing at each other. We'd given each other everything we could. It wasn't enough for either of us anymore.”

“We'd both been pushing at the walls of our secret world, pushing at each other. We'd give each other everything we could.”

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

“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.”

“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.”