“You don't have a heartbeat," I realized. "Does that bother you?" He asked."No." I thought for a minute. "As long as you can feel things and care about things.""It's a misconception that you need a heart to love," Asher whispered into my hair.”

“Seriously." Asher whispered. "You are pretty badass. It's a good thing you're little or I would be afraid of you.”

“Still and all, why bother? Here’s my answer. Many people need desperately to receive this message: I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. You are not alone.”

“It's a misconception that you need a heart to love”

“I care about you. More than I feel safe caring. You make my heart do some really weird things”

“Am I crazy?" she asked. "I feel like I am sometimes." "Maybe," he said, rubbing her forehead. "But don't worry about it. You need to be a little bit crazy. Crazy is the price you pay for having an imagination. It's your superpower. Tapping into the dream. It's a good thing not a bad thing.”