“Butterflies in your stomach. That was such a crappy metaphor. More like killer bees.”

“Kind of like love before first sight.”and“Butterflies in your stomach. That was such a crappy metaphor. More like killer bees.”

“Because life goes on, L. The birds do their thing, and the bees do theirs. Seeds get scattered, and everything grows back.”

“I'm not falling anymore. That's what L says, and she's right.I guess you could say I'm flying. We both are.And I'm pretty sure somewhere up there in the real blue sky and carpenter bee greatness, Amma's flying, too.We all are, depending on how you look at it. Flying or falling, it's up to us.Because the sky isn't really made of blue paint, and there aren't just two kinds of people in this world, the stupid and the stuck. We only think there are. Don't waste your time with either-with anything. It's not worth it.”

“I'll drive like my grandma. I'll drive like your grandma.""You wouldn't say that if you knew my gramma.”

“I knew what they were doing - or more like not doing. Leaving. I shook my head. "You guys are idiots."Link grinned. "I'd have gone with 'brave as hell,' myself.”

“Knowing you don't have much time left changes things. You get kind of philosophical. And you figure things out-more like, they figure themselves out-and everything gets real clear.”