“And then it was the kind of dark your eyes never adjust to.”

“It was nice - in the dark and the quiet... and her eyes looking back, like there was something in me worth seeing.”

“I worked hard to meet his eyes, even though they were the kind of pretty that’s hard to look at..”

“She had the kind of fingers you want to interlace with your own.”

“In this world, Colin figured, you're best off staying with your kind.”

“Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. (...) You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.”

“She had this dark cancer water dripping out of her chest. Eyes closed. Intubated. But her hand was still her hand, still warm and the nails painted this almost black dark blue and I just held her hand and tried to imagine the world without us and for about one second I was a good enough person to hope she died so she would never know that I was going, too. But then I wanted more time so we could fall in love. I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar.”