“You won't tell?""I'll add it to the box under my bed labeled 'The Secret Confession of the Immortal Pia'. Good Lord, girl, don't look so mortified. There's not actually a box.”

“In my closet I have boxes and boxes of secrets. These boxes are all empty, and that’s how you know they’re filled with secrets.”

“People have to talk about something just to keep their voice boxes in working order so they'll have good voice boxes in case there's ever anything really meaningful to say.”

“Everything in my room was old and faded, but I loved that about it. It felt like there might be secrets in the walls, in the four-poster bed, especially in that music box.”

“What's that?'Beck shoved his back ineffectually against the glass door, suffering under the weight of a huge box. 'Your brian.'I already have a brain.'If you did, you'd have opened the door for me.'I shot him a dark look and let him shove against the door a moment longer before I ducked under his arms to push it open. 'What is it really?'Schoolbooks. We're going to educate you properly, so you don't grow up to be an idiot.;I remembered by intrigued by the idea of school-in-a-box, just-add-water-and-Sam.”

“You think Tide is better, or All?''Which has a prettier box?' I ask.'I don't want a pretty box. I want a dude box.'Uh-huh,' I deadpan. 'You want a dude box of laundry detergent.''Yes, I do.''Good luck with that.”