“bentlike the branches of a treebroken like the pieces of my heartcrackedlike the seventeenth moonshatteredlike the glass in the windowthe day we met”

“When she slept, she looked peaceful, beautiful. Not Lena's kind of beautiful, something different. She looked content - like a sunny day, a cold glass of milk, an unopened book before you cracked the binding.”

“Hey, Ethan.""Yeah?""Remember the Twinkie on the bus? The one I gave you in second grade, the day we met?""The one you found on the floor and gave me without telling me? Nice."He grinned and shot the ball. "It never really fell on the floor. I made that part up.”

“I held up my glass and stared through it, where things looked as distorted as they really were.”

“Well? Is it true? Did she?""Did she what?""You know. Fall outta the crazy tree and hit every branch on the way down?”

“Because when every day is the End of Days, after a while they feel pretty much like every other day, even though you know that's crazy. And nothing is the same.”

“I was lost before I found her in my dreams, and she found me that day in the rain. I knew it seemed like I was always the one trying to save Lena, but the truth was she had saved me, and I wasn't ready for her to stop now.”