“The last four dayswhere everything has finally made some sense. And why is she so ready to throw this away? Because.Because eventually every relationship she’s been in has turned to shit. Eventually she ends upscrewing everything up. So maybe it’s better to leave now before people’s feelings get hurt.”

“Maybe, he thinks, as he’s riding on through the snow, maybe this is why she’s leaving. Maybeshe fell in love with me when we were kids. And now: and now: and now: we’re not kids anymore.”

“As a boy, all I ever wanted was this: alife dedicated to art; every idea, every breath an artistic gesture. And here is this girl before me,blowing on her hands to keep warm. And why am I so worried it’s not going to last?”

“What lasts?What lasts?What lasts?What lasts?What lasts?And so he stares for an hour or so at all her notes, at the poorly sketched drawings for an art movement that has now come to an end, and realizes how there are all these moments, moments just like this one, there are all these moments, and how everyone lives their lives in these short, all-too-short moments. There are all these moments and what's so interesting, what makes them beautiful, is the fact that none of them last.”

“I really do. It’s the first time I don’t have to think at work, you know. It’s really simple. Youjust answer the phone and put in people’s orders. It’s pretty laid back. You don’t like it?”“No. I feel like it’s killing my brain.”“Maybe that’s why I like it. I don’t mind not having to think.”

“Maybe that's why people have friends at all. Not because they like them so much but because they don't make them feel so much worse.”

“C. On that cloudless Saturday morning, Madeline wakes up and sees Jonathan lying beside her, then decides that she’s probably going to end up loving him forever.”